Friday, 28 September 2018
Tuesday, 25 September 2018
Friday, 21 September 2018
The seagulls have to go - pity as they have shaped up well. Thats another pic. Rather panicked as Yann is coming to do the photos on the 28th so anything I want done must be finished by then. Today is with D and V who are visiting, at St Ferriol - can at least pause and consider there. In general, too much racket going on, in my head and around it.
Posted by vanilla beer at 23:22
Wednesday, 19 September 2018
Just looked it up and its Matthew, (Mat 24:22) and I cant find a mention of the woe to the pregnant women thang though the prayer that it doesn't happen in the winter or on the sabbath is there - notwithstanding, the references don't matter. Except to me and I like the tongues of fire, the buried woman, the collapsing buildings. Vraiment apocalyptic.
When I finished it, just now, I actually sang to it.
But now... this is NOT finished and full of unsolved dilemas. Back to the grindstone.
Posted by vanilla beer at 01:54
Thursday, 13 September 2018
Tuesday, 11 September 2018
End-of-world pic looks rather jolly, oddly.
Mad dreams. Saw the sun spots become detached and wash the landscape with back-lit neon colours, beautiful. They were projected onto mist.
I opened the front door - it was still misty on the doorstep were a huddle of puffins, one in a girl-child's clothes. Deary me.
Once actually awake I found one of the little parrots had laid an egg on the floor of its cage. She is ignoring it and sitting mostly in the nesting box where hopefully there are more, fertilised, about to brighten the days.
Hey ho. Back to work.
Posted by vanilla beer at 01:18