My eyes. I’m struggling now. For a long time, a life time, from birth, my left eye was never any good. Now, it has almost given up. Plus Glaucoma and my poor old right working for two eyes for 75 years, cataracts, operated on in 2018, thank you NHS. Oh, how I took my eyes for granted, that I would always see.
Sight is a glorious gift. Colour – ping! When I am looking, I am always looking, one colour will pop out from the others, singing the loudest, shining the brightest, one colour will catch my eye. As if that colour has a special glow in the scene. Star of the show. Ta DAH! Be it leafy green or a cool blue, a denim blue or hot orange, a soft grey, a golden yellow, a dynamic purple or a dangerous red. A brown speckled egg or a creamy Rose. Skies, seas, trees and blossom, mountains, rivers, peoples clothes, the colour of hair, a Hat a Dress, a pot of Geraniums on a window sill in the city, fighting the grey with its vibrant red or pink. Silver stars and indigo skies. Our Planet Earth, pops with colour.
When in Hospital with a long session of back surgery, in 2009, my hair turned white, overnight. 2010 was my pink year, my daughter bought me a Pink hair colour, and I loved it. Sometimes I feel like I have a mop of Candy Floss on my head. That year I wore orange a lot. From my years of Beatnik Bo – Ho / Black, to Pink and Orange in my dotage. Hey, why not?
Photo Left Sheila Burnett . Beatnik Black
I’m not taking special pictures, its part of my sorting through the thousands of pics backed up on many places since the Smart phone and apps arrived. Too many. So, I am compiling little scrapbooks and stories, using up what I have, and then deleting all the, not wanted back ups. When I look through, it is then that the colour pops up, as it did when I took the pic on the run. The colour that drew my eye. Or when taken by another, it is one colour or shade that pings.
Stanly Holloway. Last verse I crawled in the street and I murmured,'I'm done.' Then up came Old Jenkins and shouted,'By gum!' 'My word you do look well! My word you do look well! You're looking fine and in the pink!' I shouted, 'Am I?... Come and have a drink! You've put new life in me, I'm sounder than a bell. By gad! There's life in the old dog yet. My word, I do feel well!' https://www.shazam.com/gb/track/66781505/my-word-you-do-look-queer A youtube
These are the Popping Pinks.
Book Cover photo Bryan Wharton
Winston & me before a Vortex Gig. 2019
Pink skies in Mile End 1983
Little Louis with pink feathers
My favourite Hat 1970s
My Hat on The shelf on my books
Photos below with best Hat Terry Seymour
Above Photos Guy Cross
Photos above Terry Seymour
Little Kasia Rose in Bethnal Green
Kasia in Cornwall
Photos of Baby Kasia in stripes – Sheila Burnett
Kasia in the sea with a splash of pink
Sam in Pink
On the Harbour Arm Folkestone With Mark & Kasia.
The Harbour Arm Folkestone
A day in Folkestone with Sacha and Steven, over from New Zealand.
The Leas Folkestone
Dressing room at Lauderdale House in Highgate. My pink bag.
Photo on Leaflet Julia Maloof & beautiful Louis.
Pip’s Tipsy Tiara
Pink in the Garden
Pink in My Flat
Pink Hats on Deptford Market
Kasia & Sacha
Heidi in Blue.
Photo above Paul Griffiths
Photo above Kasia Rose Hrybowicz
Photo above Kasia Rose Hrybowicz
Pink in Kentish Town
Pink St. Pancras Station London
Pink in Japan
Pink In South Africa
Me & my Shadow
PINK shades – Gigs
Pops of Pink at The Drill Hall London 1980s
Choirs with pink