An afternoon in Oxford on my own to attend a talk by the artist in residence at Modern Art Oxford, Tamarin Norland (who is exploring the interface of art and the written word…. ) turned into a meeting-up with several friends from a poetry group I attend. We stayed on for a chat and cup of tea afterwards.
By the time I came out the sun was going down and the temperature was dropping. Mainly my eyes were drawn upwards to the tops of buildings caught in the soft light
but I’m glad I looked down in Longwall Street, to see the golden puddles.
Boadicea's Chariot 
Lovely contrasts of setting sun on the buildings and the puddles. I really must go to Oxford again sometime, and remember to take my camera!
I rarely think about photographs when I’m on another mission, but then parts of Oxford have some lovely old buildings.
Let me know and I’ll meet you for a coffee! I can take you on the famous back of the Colleges tour…
Will do, thank you. 🙂
Thanks Pseu, sometimes a simple ‘Like’ just isn’t enough.
Is that one of those trees from the Amazon that you blogged about some time ago?
Ye, Soutie… there’s a collection of them illustrating the giants that are being torn down every day. Shocking.
Much, much better than a simple like. Excellent stuff, Pseu.
The reflection in the puddle a superb swan song for the collection.
there is luck in being at the right place at the right time. Less than 5 mins later and this wouldn’t have worked. Thank you Mr Royalist