Another Eye

Remember the utility box I blogged a few days ago -- the one with two eyes? Well, I was walking Olga yesterday and realized that the reverse side also features a big single eye. Would I have recognized it as an eye if I hadn't seen the others, though? Being alone, it has no context and seems more like an abstraction.

I'm reminded of that oft-repeated phrase from "The Handmaid's Tale": Under his eye.

Kind of creepy.

A quiet day around here yesterday. I read, I walked the dog. I framed and hung some pictures, including the ones I got for donating to preserve Prospect Cottage, the former home and garden of filmmaker Derek Jarman in Dungeness. (In addition to the pink image of the house I showed you in that post, I have a photo of the garden taken when Jarman was alive, showing his gardening overalls blowing on the clothesline.) I used one of my found Ikea frames from the Morocco pictures, as well as a glass borderless clip frame I found many years ago and tucked away in a closet.

In the clip frame were these:

Eight identical postcards from the V&A Museum featuring a photo by John Cowan taken at Buckingham Palace in 1961. It's a great picture, but it's even more hypnotic reproduced eight times over, isn't it? Anyway, now I have all these postcards. They're in mint condition despite sitting in a closet for the last five years, so if you'd like one drop me an e-mail with your name and address*. First seven people to request one will get a card! (I'm keeping one myself.)

*edited to remove my e-mail address for archival purposes