I was born in Canada, raised in the USA, and now live in England. I’m currently in my second year at the University of Oxford studying for an Undergraduate Diploma in English Local History, and intend to continue into the Masters Degree program. I have diplomas in Computer Graphics and Advertising Arts, and have worked in print, interactive media, and web publishing for the past 15 years. My partner and I moved to Oxford in 2008, and we live on a small island just west of town called Osney Island where the River Thames (known locally as The Isis) flows down to London. The third member of our family is Megan, our 12 year old Pembroke Welsh Corgi that loves to go for walks along the towpaths by the river. If you’d like to contact me I can be reached at robert at robertmealing dot com. Cheers, Robert |
Interests English and Local History Religious History Art, Design and Photography Antique and English Roses Magic, Mysticism and Religion Tarot, Runes, and Oracles Ruins, Healing Wells and Shrines Churches, Abbeys and Cathedrals Pilgrimages Apple Computers and Devices Whole Food Cooking Classic Movies Narrow Boats and “Castles & Roses” Favourite Colour Favourite Food Favourite Drinks Favourite Movie |
|
|||
About3 comments to About |
|
||
|
Copyright © 2010 robertmealing.com - All Rights Reserved |
|||
Thank you for sharing snippets of your life in this site. I see through your pictures a painfully sensuous England, which this morning arroused in me an almost unquenchable yerning to strike out for a journey to Oxford. I adore Alice. And surely, it’s always been a modest desire to punt the Isis and sip tea where Carroll sipped. But how comes this deeper sense of allure from simple photos? Why this magic snare sensed in photos of stone and blossom and mossy brambles? Wandering the Google street views, I think, yes, I could truly be at pleasure in that place.
But my own home of birth is a desert. Flora here is more often subdued grey and marroon, prickles snarling among sulfur yellow canyons, below potent mountains of mauve and lavendar. It’s a cruelly wonderful land, unshirkingly open, starkly and unavoidably real. I love it, but it is never so modest and intimate and eldritch as the little town you reveal.
Your Isis green startles a smell of oasis in old desert rats like me. I hope you and other Osney folk take time each day to appreciate the blessing of your humane town. Again, thanks for your efforts; you do well.
Nice to find you in a this place with so much interesting things to share, Robert. Prospero’s Books also shaped my sense of magic, ancient art and musical collages … Hope we’ll meet around Tarot History these days. Wishing you the best, as always.
[...] About [...]