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Around the garden
There seems to be a seasonal colour theme going on in the garden today… Montage of a few phone snaps. I do feel a bit guilty at robbing the poor embarrassed moai of their dignity with the pansy hats!
Posted in Houses & Gardens, Locality, Nature, Photography, Random, Seasonal
Tagged flora, garden, purple
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You can take the girl out of Halifax…
I managed to come over all decisive today and finish off the mixed-media piece I started a few weeks ago on a course at Malvern Hills College. It was acrylic-based and also I learned how to do gelli prints and … Continue reading
Spring on the farm
Popped in on Lower Smite Farm briefly today. The cowslip meadow is in fine fig! Enjoy…
Posted in Locality, Photography, Seasonal, Uncategorized
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Zeroth Law
A robot may not harm humanity, or, by inaction, allow humanity to come to harm. Arthur C. Clarke. Let’s hope they take action soon…
Back to Westeros…
Just a bit of phoneography fun – and Game of Thrones is back!
The pleasure of learning
I started a short course on mixed media and photo-transfer this week, having no real background in painting or mixed media beyond the little dabble with artists’ books. It took me back to school days, scrabbling round at the last … Continue reading
Posted in Artsy, Photography
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Feeling crabby?
It’s been a while since I did anything vaguely foodie, partly as I’ve been on an awkward exclusion diet (low FODMAP) for a while. All bets were off in Lisbon last week though! I am now back on the wagon … Continue reading
Childhood
It is an ever-recurring pleasure to relive vicariously the discoveries, joys and little triumphs of early childhood, whenever I see their glow shining in Ava’s eyes.
Posted in People, Poetry
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Disappeared…
Looking through some Yorkshire directories on a genealogy hunt last night I found two wonderful, if rather niche, job categories – Strickle Makers and Scribbling and Fulling Millers. It set me off, not least as I think my last job … Continue reading
