A photo essay, of sorts, from Sir Walter Scott’s Marmion.
Also available as a Flickr slideshow.
Monthly Archives: March 2006
What a weekend
Funniest sight of the weekend: Fiona in her swimming goggles.
Taken 10 March 2006
Coolest thing of the week: eating mussels, I found a pearl.
Taken 11 March 2006
I Love My Coffee
…and it loves me back.
Taken 6 March 2006
I love this city, too, though it doesn’t show its affection in the same way.
I love the Botanics, and they show me the delicate drops of rain on a branch.
Taken 7 March 2006
The first yellow flowers come out for me, even on a cold day.
Taken 9 March 2006
The side doors of St Giles Cathedral on the Royal Mile stand solemn and graceful.
Taken 9 March 2006
And the door handles from the back of the cathedral have their own rhythm. (Yes, this has been cropped.)
Taken 9 March 2006
Snow Shots
While I was playing with the kids in the snow, I saw a few things worth photographing. Usually, I can’t do macro photography with other people around – I get too distracted by the company to really see things. But sometimes, with the right people, I can still make it work.
The snow fell thick onto the rosemary.
Taken 3 March 2006
On this one, you can see the individual snowflakes (cropped).
Taken 3 March 2006
The holly, too, cupped the snow.
Taken 3 March 2006
My favourite of the day, probably, is this shot. The hole in the top of the fence post and the angle of the sun left a spiral of fallen snow.
Taken 3 March 2006
(Miraculously, none of these photos show my usual tendency to want to abandon all colour photography in the snow!)
And, from a previous dramatic weather day, hail in a hedge top.
Taken 1 March 2006
Family Time
The last couple of weeks have included some really good family time around the Sutherland household, for no particular reason that I can put my finger on.
Last weekend, Fiona decided she was “full up” of wearing trousers (meaning she didn’t want to any more), and stripped them off. She was clearly very comfortable in this state.
Taken 26 February 2006
Alex, meanwhile, scampered around and around his prone dad until he fell down giggling.
Taken 26 February 2006
Finally, Fiona got him to burn some of his energy off pushing her round the room in the block trolley.
Taken 26 February 2006
This week’s notable burst of photography was Friday, when the snow was falling thick and fast. We went out into the back garden to play in it until we got cold.
Fiona with snow in her hair.
Taken 3 March 2006
Alex, inevitably, picked up a toy gun to play with.
Taken 3 March 2006
Fiona, after a time, was troubled by the snow sticking to her gloves
Taken 3 March 2006
So we all went inside and had hot chocolate. Fiona likes hers foamed with my latte milk foamer. Alex prefers mini marshmallows in his.
Later, we went out to the local garden centre to get materials for planting basil. En route, Alex decided to try making snow angels. This one turned out rather well. (I very nearly tried one myself, but Fiona was getting a bit wigged out, and having Mom lie down in the snow wasn’t going to do her any good at all.)
Taken 3 March 2006
Sadly, the kids got cold on the way back from the garden centre, and much weeping ensued. Fiona turned out to have been sickening with a cold anyway, and spent Saturday fevered and listless. She recovered quickly, crunching through the remnants of the snow with me to the shops that evening.
Today was more fun again, but sadly unphotographed. You will simply have to imagine it, dear reader.
(Have I been enjoying the family more as my energy levels have lifted? Probably. Why have they lifted? Because this is the view when I walk to the bus in the morning.
Taken 2 March 2006
And this is the view when I get back in the evening.
Taken 1 March 2006
Note the visible sun!)
Alex’s Turn to Be Funny
Taken 26 February 2006
At the dinner table tonight, apropos of nothing whatsoever: If you want to look like a robot, this is what you have to do. First you put a box on your head, with a square hole in it. Then you put socks on your hands. Then you take off all your clothes.
You can’t make this stuff up.