Another possibly unintelligible abstract image, something to be very pleased about, Molly in pink.
The collection of pictures of the watermill in various guises of snow, ice and flood is growing, but I am struggling to find an original and appealing way of presenting them, and as my other half has found compelling reasons to be on the computer a lot of the time (which, overall, as he was quick to out point out, amounts to probably a blink of the eye in comparison with the hogging of it on my part over its lifetime), I decided to add to the series of, I hope, puzzling abstract images instead. ~
Further, lest it seem that I have been rather drearily miserable of late, here is something that is causing me to dance a little dance of joy. Over at Qarrtsiluni, a collaboration with marvellous, talented, inspired and inspiring Anna the Apprentice. Trouble was, we got so carried away with our enthusiasm that we wrote extensive, digressive and even illustrated process notes, which the editors, rather than telling us not to be daft and go away and cut them right down, decided to publish separately. So the poems and pics are over there now, but if you want to know how we did it, you'll have to wait till Monday. But you can hear Anna's lovely melodious Scottish tones, and myself sounding like a petulant five-year-old, reading the poems aloud. ~
And finally, specially for darling Hliza, Molly in pink lampshade, which actually looks rather more red, but matches quite nicely the pompoms on the shawl in which she was luxuriating. We've been doing quite a lot of that lately. Not quite as photogenically gorgeous as Hliza's own sleeping cherub, but rather cute... ~