Three days of photos back home in HB and they’ve all had a floral theme; which is certainly pervasive as a theme, round here at the moment. There is more going on in this picture than you might at first think, however: this was taken into a cloud of insects, several of which are lit up in the sunlight to the top right of the shot.
Time to start finding photographic inspiration back at home, if I’m to keep this blog going. There’ll be more pictures of local flora yet I am sure: having missed out on (what has passed for) spring at home, there’s some catching up to do. I like the seemingly random distribution of focus on this shot.
I am still in Brisbane – 14 days in a row now – but have temporarily forsaken the Kookaburra Inn for this place, the Rothbury apartment hotel on Ann Street. Nice place, but I am sure those are the kind of elevator doors that blood pours through in steaming gouts. I’ve seen The Shining.
Since Sunday I have spent the great majority of my time sat on my butt, working. It needs doing, but it doesn’t make for many photography opportunities. What you’ve been seeing here are just snatches of time, unrepresentative of life, really.
Today I was working at home all day and yet, still, there are these little bits and pieces of things to see, moments where the familiar territory of my house of 11 years shows me something new or different. This strand of honeysuckle reached down from the front wall and into the well below the kitchen window by our shed (where the cave spider lives), giving some colour to a grey and autumnal morning.
No added comments today except RIP Joan Hall, 28th April 1924 – 13th August 2012. My maternal grandmother – her funeral was today.
Last full day in Moscow, for this trip at least. (I’ll be back, never fear.) One thing that has been nice this time is that I have been staying outside the city, in a relatively rural spot. It’s very pleasant to wander through the woods and down to the river before dinner. Well, unless you’re particularly bothered by midges, anyway.
I remember that on the very first day I moved into my house I walked up through the woods to the point at which they thinned out into fields and bramble patches. I looked at the scenery and thought, bloody hell, I live somewhere. This is a place. The environment round here can still do that.
Today I gave myself a break from work by going out and looking for blackberries. It’s been a cold, grey day and I didn’t find much fruit, but I did see these plants, and while I’m not botanist enough to identify them properly, this was the one point today at which the sun shone and it still felt like there was a vestige of summer in the air.
Being 42 