je vais les alpes, parce que je dois stabiliser ma tete.

je ne supposer pas que ce blog se poursuivra.

Two photos that Barney took.

photos of josiah

some photographs i took...

pictures

here's a lovely picture of a lovely person and a grape.here's Laura doing things.
RAINCLOUDS
stepping into the third dimension.

Who in the sunshine?

For the past few days I ended up stuck down south, which in retrospect, was probably quite nice since the weather here was (comparatively) not so good. I spent a lot of the time wishing I was doing some sort of exercise, but never mind.

Perhaps my bitterness was due to these huge lemons I found before I left. I made lemon curd, and then a lemon cake, with lemon curd in the middle, along with whipped cream. There was so much lemon, but it's all gone now. Also, apparently this plate is one of Barney's rejects, although I can't see why - isn't it lovely?

Here's a picture of the Agapanthus that sits on the window-sill. It's lucky I took this photo, because about half an hour later I was swinging my arms wildly and accidentally knocked off several of the flower heads. It still looks nice, and the other heads have now opened up, but I'm sure it would have looked a lot better.

Anyway, then we all went down to Salisbury for a wedding. This is a picture of the cathedral spire through a cinquefoil in a Lancet-gothic arch in the cloisters.

Here's me waving my arms about.

I (com)posed myself for a photograph.

Here's Lil, with my sunglasses on. I'll add at this point that we had a morning to kill before the wedding, so Lil and I were wandering around Salisbury being tourists. We had coffee, bought some postcards, etc. We also watched a man run down the river for about 15 minutes to retrieve his granddaughter's blanket. He came back with a water-mark halfway up his thighs, so we guess he eventually just waded in to get it.

Lil lost her sense of timing, and left a little bit of herself in the past, and projected herself a little way into the future, it was all rather embarrassing and I told her to get a grip.

Whilst she (com)posed herself in the present time, I took one of those photos where the main body of it is out of focus. I like doing that, so you can expect more below.

Here's Lil back to normal. Nice hat.

Later on, we went to the river to pass more time. There were lots of ducks and ducklings. Here's a family of ducks.

I met up with Barney, who by this point in the day had decided to be tired, and we lazed around for a bit beside the river.

I took some self portraits. The sun was really bright.

Lil arrived, and I accidentally took a photo of her looking like she's a giant.

Then we went to the wedding and the reception and all that. Lots of photos were taken. Too many, if you ask me, so I'm not putting them here. The next day, instead of heading back as I had planned, I ended up going further south, because there was no space in cars heading north. While people busied themselves with getting food and whatnot for a picnic, I went into this lovely looking patch of trees, and played with my camera. I think it's somewhere down near Swanage. This is another of those out of focus photos.

Naturally, after a while I resorted to self-timed photos.

This is right on the south coast, I think the beach we ended up at was called Chapman's Pool, it was quite nice. I sunbathed.

The next day, because we stopped about a mile away, I insisted we walked to this beach so I could take a photo and caption it "On Chesil Beach".

We had a brunch which included Dorset Knobs.

The journey back took almost 12 hours. Granpa wanted to go 'the scenic route', so we did. This photo was completely unintentional; for about 5 minutes my camera decided it couldn't focus on anything. I can't remember if it was just a smudge on the lens, but it doesn't matter. This is the grandparents looking at the house they lived in for about 5 years from 1953.

On the whole, I guess it was a successful journey, albeit very tiring and a lot of sitting in cars. In Dorchester we stopped for I don't know what, and I perused a local book shop. They had so many jazz LPs, but I didn't have much money. I bought three, at 2 pounds each, but since "The Greatest Jazz Concert in the World" was so long it's actually on 4 separate records, I feel like it was a good deal. The man in the shop was one of those very defeatist bookshop-men, a bit like in Black Books, and he didn't seem to care much for jazz, or for vinyls, and consequently didn't seem to care much as to what he charged for them.

When I got home it turned out the weather wasn't really that nice, so I'm still a bit restless and in need of a good bike ride. Instead, I've been posting this blog. The first chicks hatched a little bit ago. I couldn't be bothered to take a good photo, here is a blurry one. I was tempted to just put up a photo of the last years chicks, and I doubt anyone would have noticed, but it felt a bit wrong. Besides, the mother in this almost has two heads.

wreay church...