#770 theoldmortuary ponders.

What makes you feel nostalgic?

My favourite, yet random, images give me nostalgia and great joy. For this last blog of the year I gave myself fifteen minutes to find favourite photos from my phone archive. Some of them are serendipitous and conform to the December theme of #celebrating serendipity. Many of them have appeared in older blogs and some have never seen the light of day before. Some give me hope when I hit artists/writers block.

Here they are in no particular order.

Beach huts are a huge inspiration to me. I have actually only ever been in one once. I am an admirer not an inhabiter.

I love a sunbeam, this one landed on my mother-in-law when we were having afternoon tea.

Firestone Bay in purple mood. One normal photo and one editing error which I love because I don’t understand it.

The picture below has possibly never seen the light of day before but there is a link to my most significant art moment.

Using mixed media I tried to depict my mother and her friends in the 1960’s when they were busy young women setting up clinics to provide women with Contraceptives and specific women’s health needs.

I depicted their story on a pillow that was exhibited at Tate Modern in London.

It would not be @theoldmortuary blog without Hugo and Lola. Hugo looking every inch the smoking matinee idol with a dog chew and Lola in her dark chocolate puppy phase before she faded to beige.

Another perennial blog subject is coffee and this homage to stove top coffee was found in Cuba.

I love a complicated image and this glass and concrete shot is a favourite.

Words too give me inspiration. The seasonal cuteness of an alley near my workplace in Marylebone.

P.s I just found a link to the history of Grotto Passage.

A visual pun or two.

And something that reflects my love of books.

My random paintings that are not commercial in any way but that give me a kick up the arse when I falter.

Including one that has serendipity all over it. I did a watercolour of Mussel shells and my granddaughter dropped actual shells on it.

Other shells also thrill me.

I always love the potential of somewhere interesting to sit.

I love simple acts of remembrance. Sunflowers wrapped in newspaper in a Spanish church.

And finally and fittingly for the end of a blog at the end of the year. Starting out to sea and pondering the future. Dungeness in Kent.