I took most of them from a crouching position. When I walked across (for "walked" read "shuffled slowly") the bridge between the spires I made use of the balcony/wall to pretend I was posing shots when in fact my legs would not hold me at all and I was trying hard to sit on something solid. Scary height hemmed in by other torists.
Lately, I'm drinking a lot of herbal tea of an evening. This is making me feel like I'm some rough hippie slouching toward senescence, but, well...it is good for sleeping.
(The falcon still can't find the falconer, but, really, who cares?)
Cube--I love those pics of police boxes! I think I'd just like to scroll through them all night long. Makes me want to visit Scotland again. Must remember this. You know how you get involved in your work and your normal life and you kind of stop going to places and you forget, or well you _know_ intellectually that people live different lives in different countries, but you forget that they see different things every day. That their morning routines are a little different than yours, that they have cats and sidewalks, but they're not quite the same as the cat climbing up your book case or the sidewalk you walk to get to your job. That a newsagent in the UK is not quite like anything we have in the U.S.
That's where I am. I look at those pictures and think: Oh yes. Scotland. It's a different world from mine.
and I love seeking them out. Apparently even the polis don't know where they all are. Anyway, yes to looking at your own world as an alien place. I think it was watching Wayne Wang's Smoke a few years ago that triggered the ideam I just needed a focus: Harv Keitel taking the same photo every day and seeing something new in it. Even the teeny inconsequential things are valuable. In fact it tends to be those things that people value more as time passes. Find something a bit mundane an celebrate it.
hey alls. I hates squirels. They run up my pear tre, grab a pear and take one single bite out of it before tossing it asside. Ruining both my pears and my chances of having enough to make a batch of pear wine.
A MAN MAY MAKE PERRY FROM BITTEN PEARS. YEA, IS IT NOT SAID THAT [cough], sorry, surely even chewed pears are safe to brew. The alcohol will kill off any nasty squirrel germs, won't it?
Hey, Kegs. What kind of wine are you hoping to make this year? I think when you'd talked about this before, I'd just assumed the standard grape varieties.
(Here's hoping a few pears make it through! When I was in China this summer, I noticed that they wrapped the peaches, individually, in newsprint while still on the tree. I assume that was for insects rather than Squirrels. But I wonder if something like that would work up in your nexus of the woodses...).
Right now I have a red wine and a white wine (not sure what types..I'd have to run downstairs and read the boxes) on the go. If I can get out and pick the pears soon I should have enough to make wine. As for the wrapping in paper... the tree was planted by my great grandmother so its far too large to wrap each pear. As it is now we need a large aluminum ladder just to get to a branch that I can use to climb up further to where the pears are.
