Drove across fairly early to Kew Gardens this morning, in a fairly thick fog. Lovely air and atmosphere as we walked around, though with the aircraft roaring by just above the vapour.
Put me in mind of the Russian Airbus downed over Sinai yesterday. The scenery was also inflected by my reading of Alexander Kluge’s extraordinary book, 30 April 1945, which focuses in on what else happened on the day that Adolf Hitler committed suicide.
Have also been leafing through the second violate of the huge collection of Dalí’s painting by Robert Descharmes and Gilles Néret, which reminds me of just how big an impact he had on my mental landscape in the late 1960s.
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