This is obviously an exceptional flower.
Still one of my favourite shots. Taken with an iPhone from the passenger window of a moving vehicle.
It’s been a sad few days here with the loss of a beloved pet. It’s a specific sadness, and really, there is nothing for it.
Back in January 2014, at the ripe old age of 46, I decide to learn to play ukulele. I’d read that learning a musical instrument could help ward off dementia, and with my short-term memory fading quickly, I went to the music shop and bought a little concert ukulele, and within a few hours, I was hooked. Seriously hooked. I quickly graduated to the warmer tones of a tenor ukulele, and a few months later, a baritone. I rarely play anything other than baritone these days, and while I’m not sure it’s helped my failing memory, it has made me a much happier person. As I am completely self-taught, there is a great satisfaction in having learned something by myself with only my own enthusiasm and the love of the instrument to keep me going. The first thing I did was teach myself six chords – G, C, Am, F, Em, and D. You’d be surprised how many songs you can play with these. I then downloaded a program called iRehearse which – and I say …
Or swings and roundabouts. Cliches for those times life seems black and white, one way or another, off or on. I’d welcome a bit of grey right now.
It’s been one of those weeks. A holiday at the Whisky Experience would be a welcome diversion right now.
Summer hasn’t been great this year – lots of rain, cool temperatures, and overcast skies. My poor veggie patch is suffering, but the wildflowers don’t seem to mind.
I do not enjoy marking time, but my brain seems to love it. No matter how hard I try, I can’t get past ‘a year ago today’ or ‘this time last year,’ and it’s especially hard in June. So I’m off to stare at sand and sea for a couple of days. It is true that salt water (in many forms) has a restorative effect.
I believe the secret to good food photography is to take the picture before hoovering up the dish. I hadn’t had oysters in about seven years, and I’m not a food photographer. They were amazing!
Rain, rain and more rain – and scary high winds on the way. We’re to attend a funeral tomorrow – the sort that is happening because the universe is a unfair and random place.
Seen while out walking in the country.
I don’t know if you heard, but we had a little celestial event over Scotland yesterday. No retinas were harmed in the taking of this photo.
My escort while walking home from work this afternoon. It was hard to capture with a small camera, but I’ve heard it said that the best camera is the one you have with you.
Life is trying at the moment. I am working on my lemonade-making skills.
I’ve packed away my sundresses and sandals as I’ve learned that having cold shoulders and frozen feet won’t bring Summer back. Living in Scotland, one learns to appreciate a good Summer, and we definitely had one this year. Now comes September with its golden light and cardigan temperatures. There is something uniquely British about feeling happy to be safely back inside a jumper.