3 December 2013

Changes

... they are afoot. This week we move here:



So I have given up work here (for 18 months anyway). What beckons? Well, politics for Jane, and photography for me. Perhaps some shuttling between London and Powis is in store, with maybe side trips to other parts of the country to pursue photos such as this:


Or this: 



There may be a pause in posting for a few days as broadband gets sorted out and furniture moved / bought etc. When settled, I hope to come back reinvigorated and ready to seek out as many beautiful pictures as I can. So, see you on the other side.... :) 





16 November 2013

Weekend, Part I

1. Seen rather too much of Birmingham - part of the M6 closed, so detours on my way to North Wales last night.
2. There is no longer a no. 2.
3. An MP, a Lord, and a dead (very dead) pheasant - all constituents of the photographic gallimaufry so far this weekend. Oh, and the gardens of a castle, our neighbours-to-be's castle in fact. More photography to follow tomorrow including an author and a brother and sister who want a present for their mother's 60th. So, rather more varied than the parade of beautiful women who have appeared in front of my lens of late - not that I am complaining in any way, shape or form about the latter - far from it - but it is good to Mix Things Up as Martin E has rather pointedly explained to me recently. :)
4. Still toying with the idea of a new blog when we move to Powis (apparently you can pronounce it Po-iss or Pow-iss, 'ain't no thing - if you were fretting about that, you can relax).  "Over the Border" is still in the running for the title.
5. The globus appears to have gone - I thought it might if I left it to its own devices - it probably got bored.
6. A full-on fire on the M6 on my return today - a pick-up truck plus picked-up car, all ablaze so convincingly that i could feel the heat through the car as I passed in the fast lane, despite the fire being on the hard shoulder. I couldn't see the driver around - if he was in the cab I'm afraid he was gone, as dead as the pheasant. Hopefully, though, he was out of there. No police or fire crews as I passed so must have been a fresh event. Some cars were stopping, I think to see if they could do anything, but in truth, as I say, if he or she were still in the cab there was no way they would have been alive - it was an inferno.



Our new house - no, NOT the whole building: a cottage in amongst those.



A delegate at the Welsh Lib Dem Conference makes a mobile call. 




A couple of shots showing our neighbour's garden. Or parts of it anyway.



It's probably fair to say that this pheasant had a worse Friday night than I did. 
Picked. Clean.



You can tell a few things from this picture: (a) I am not from the country; (b) there are a LOT of pheasants in Wales; and (c) I should get out more.



31 October 2013

Singer and Designer Vera Black


You can hear her powerful and expressive voice here - I'd recommend starting with The Game. As for her design work, you can find that here. Enjoy!

In the Woods