Flares in tasteful vertical stripes, the occasional flower in the hair, a Cat Stevens score, three windscreen wipers on the car. The humour is broad, but timed to perfection. Ruth Gordon took her last big chance with both hands, while Bud Cort’s role was made in heaven for him. I sewed loops onto the telescopes and let the old magic work.
This is where they aren’t:
I gloat. Woohoo!
Maybe an over-reaction? But then you never saw the doors. NARSTY.
in the aftermath of the storm (except for the part which had been thrown into the road).
xxxiv : Stand in the lee of the house
and listen to the storm rage and wuther. Above the rumpus, Orion led a serene procession of Canis Major, Canis Minor, Gemini, Jupiter, a last quarter moon and Leo towards the west. Occasionally a rag of cloud flew past the moon, hustled on by the gale.
Last year, no crab apples at all due to the hideous weather (sorry to Go On). A meagre tree this year too, after a bitterly cold spring, but I foraged:
I tried to pick out the wormy ones
but anyway, straining will remove any stray leggies.
Boiled and bottled and waiting for some really good grilled sausages.
A storm rolled up from the west and I wasted my time trying to photograph the sheet lightning. This mass of cloud followed up with a few cracking bolts of lightning and some hefty squalls.
Just caught the tail of one sheet.
xxxiii : Go font hunting
As squalls buffeted the windows, I detectored around the web looking for a font last seen fifteen years ago. In a late and reluctant dawn, I got my download.
It was all about steps. And walls. And revetments. And sheer drops. (Click photos for larger image.)
It was everyone’s idea of a castle
The green way poised between a bank and a drop
Phantom arches from an ancient remodelling
- Seventy two, but the ‘safety’ barrier will stop you after a mere thirty six
Rare experience: looking down into the crown of a massive cedar
Stone and clay above
Delicate detail among the vast stony bones
Tips of a great sheet of ivy
Geography at nano-scale
This was a satisfying clump of grass: