Three pals on the beach the other day watch patiently as their humans play at being Andy Goldsworthy
here's a nice snap of my former dance teacher [ Karmiena] and her dad a day or three back. Karmiena is now a trainee paramedic on the mainland - and how brilliant she will be.
Had a nice wee stroll on the beach midday and me some lovely peeps. Had a conversation about andy goldsworthy and his work which we enoyed a lot. Hope to meet Peter and his partner again soon.
There we are all reflective and everything. Maybe this is my genre, self portraiture. Good enough for Rembrandt after all.
That's me on the right - or is it the left? One of them anyway depending what you are looking at.
DON'T talk to me about weather!
It was a tad damp this day recently when I dragged out the Reto UW&S with HP5 for a wee stroll with Eve. Since we passed the lovely Thompson residence we popped in for a fine coffee whilst the rain heaved down. Refreshed we continued our stroll in the welcome sunshine.
Another lovelee from The Hub cafe moves on and will be greatly missed. However the loss at the cafe will be a gain for others as Jayne moves on to work with those with special needs.
Not the best snap of jayne I could have done but it was taken on the spur of the moment during a busy day at the cafe, She really is the most delightful person.
The EOS 50 I have [gifted to me] fancied a little trip out since it seems to like the 40mm lens I married to it. Eve and I went to meet Gemma and Bill in our capital then trotted off to a place we like for a light snack. Lo and behold our ppal Ken was there perusing news in a proper newspaper and everything. After we ate Ken joined us to help put the world to right. However, having heard the news on the radio this morning I think another meeting is required.
Not sure II have got the hang of this camera as yet.
Apparently this is where witches show themselves so tales have it. I've seen a coow in a ditch down here helped out by friendly digger driver and The Crofter. However, the witches have evaded me.
Twas some fine light over the bay and Point beyond the other evening on my stroll. I snapped it up just because.
Took myself out and met Eve near as she cycled there.. I took the little car we have and the Perkeo camera loaded with Kentmere 200 to amuse myself. Despite having strolled down this way a myriad of time I still found something to snap that pleases me.
Eve took rather longer to get there than she thought she would on account of the harsh headwind that bugged her. It meant the ride home was swift though.
A wonderful neg taken at Manchester's old fallowfield stadium, the forerunner to the indoor velodrome.
I was told it was taken using Leica glass .
And here's Eve with good pal Artist Christine outside her lovely current studio. When I say current I mean contemporaneous rather than dried fruit based. Her work is lovely as it is varied and we have a fine example hanging beside me in the computer/living room as I tap out this nonsense.
Most of the night it has been getting very wet outside [ and in the cooking room too as we have a minor leak]. Amy was /is here and she is angry. wind blown and dam I would say although we seem to have missed the worst of it. Keith the cat and Hungry have not ventured outside at all.
yes this is an image from a pixel collector but I'm sticking to that for the moment on account of my creakyness.
The year has fair flown by.
The world is on it's way to hell in a fascist handcart it seems. One thing I am grateful for is that the orange clown did not invest in the castle here. At least he has no real reason to visit again.
When I say three houses I really mean two houses and one that remains to be finished - should funds allow apparently.
And no I don't remember where it was and if I did remember I might now tell you anyway just so no-one else goes and snaps the place up.
There's a few old roads around the place like here alongside the new one that boy racers go up and ridiculous speeds.
Aye, we went out for a cuppa and cake and a stroll on a beach. I took camera and captured this which I quite like. I may have another to show you too.
No I have not been snapping much. still a little under the weather so I scanned this neg from a camera with 20mm lens. Had to colourise it a tad to give a bit of omph.
On the other hand there is usually some peace to be had here at the old church at Rodal.
Four sheeps await for me to snap them up as the midges eat me alive last night.
And yes, it's a phone snap
There's music on this ere island. Great Bernera that is. The Black Bay Studio actually. Tis in a lovely quiet and restful spot at Kirkabost. E=The studio seen here from the pier. Got there after a visit to the island cafe and then an aborted visit to Bosta beach and the campervans there.
When occasionally we drag ourselves off the rock, we may venture to Yorkshire to see family. Amazingly they have trees all over the place. and walls, horses and sheeps. Amazing
There's a little bit of construction been happening in the village of late. Not sure who owns them but I do hope they will be constantly lived in and not another holiday home.
I rather like this black house [not Black House] doon the road, It is rather lovely on the skyline. Here are some snaps taken by the old building some years ago. [2011].
The village is changing, older folks pass on and new faces appear. Old buildings often empty as yet insold while new large houses rise up on the crofts.
I get older and creakier and get out and about less than I'd like. I have already decided where exactly i don't want to lie where I pass on. Yes, I feeling somewhat rough atm. My CFS is doing my head in, my back is still sore and I seem to have picked up a virus that is doing the rounds. Otherwise I am fine. If things carry on like this I may have to use the d*g*tal pixel catcher more.
Love this little road on an adjacent island on the way to a lovely but over visited beach. I've snapped it up a few times before. I just cannot help myself.
Apparently the cruise ship buses come this was too - or so I was told. Not sure how true that is since there's a point where I am sure they would ground. Anyway, a place best visited in winter.
Took me a while to figure out which way this snap was meant to be upwards let alone what it was. I think it is now properly orientated. I am sure you know where this was and who I was channeling at the time.
I don't often drink coffee these days on account of me feet. However, since I shot this with d*g*tal it doesn't count does it? And the pills, maybe I should have shares in the paracetamol factory as my back is still refusing to work properly without the oohs and ahhs. I think it went orff because someone mentioned Christmas in the near vicinity and shock was visceral [I looked up what that means and it fits perfectly.}.
We/I managed a little trip out yesterday and took a light lunch at the very lovely Hub cafe and had a fine conversation with the patron therein. Fair made my day.
It's no secret that Eve and I have been off island this year. a trip to England and another to mainland Scotland. I can only image this was Leeds or somewhere like that and no, we not go in. I don't even like football.
I developed this roll of polypan the other day after finding it unfinished in the XA.
I hate having my hair trimmed despite having a nice haircutter in toon. My hair is long and I'll keep it that way thank you very much. However this lady seems to escaped the clutches of the good crofter and is going for the soay look. I know the crofter here has some soay sheeps but not sure they would be in this croft rather, they would probably be on display in his little petting farm.
Since there is a pony trekking place in the wider village - up near Tom the artists lovely abode - their ponies / horses billeted in various crofts around here. I rather like the clip clop in the morning as they go off to work in the morn.
The Traigh Mhor Pony trekking has grown over the last few seasons and that's lovely to see. I might add I don't ride horses here or anywhere else although I do seem to recall riding a donkey in the dim distant past - probably in Weston super mud.
