When you’re a model, photoshoots can be tiresome. Specially when you’re five.
Model: Queen Poppy
Costume Design: random items from Nanny’s wardrobe
Lighting: What came through nanny’s windows
Camera Equipment Supplied by: Henrys at Bayers Lake, when Nanny can afford it
Special thanks go to my sweet Poppy for a fun afternoon!
Little villages by the sea are irresistible for me. No funfairs ice cream and candy floss, just natural rocky shores and busy fisherman.
Blue Rocks gets it’s name from these obvious giants strewn around the beaches.
Years of storms erode the rocks into smooth and interesting shapes. This tree managed to stay upright throughout.
This raggedy old place has been given a shiny new chimney.
Each little fishing hut has it’s own features, and seem well cared for.
Plenty of excellent lichen and moss around too.
Although this old dory needs a coat of paint, I quite like it as it is.
Will be back when it’s warmer. On to Lunenburg a few minutes away
Last look at this shore line.
Looks like people have been putting fresh paint on their homes, ready for the tourists.
A few good lines of washing out. Now time for lunch.
Yum, that’s better. A good day out. How lucky am I to live here!
My marmalade was specially good this year.
I found some rare Seville’s and cooked up a batch.
Always the same recipe from Delia Smith. All you need is the time to enjoy the process.
The shredding of peel is relaxing, and the smell delicious.
After some gentle, cooking, then fierce boiling, it happens.
Now I have one jar left. Do I eat it or save it? No more Seville’s until next January. I’ve decided, why wait, there’s a whole summer of fruit coming for jam, so best eat the marmalade now!
Catching moments in a day is the plan. Ordinary moments in a bit of detail. The idea is to look and keep looking to see what’s really there.
Take today, there is some serious work going on in the garden.
Equipment showing signs of good use.
This pick axe is being used with some considerable strength behind it.
Granite needs shifting.
There is renovation going on of a small patch of garden, originally built in memory of a dear person. Now it’s having a renewal.
There’s a dog helping out. She sits on the newly dug soil to fend off the deer. I think.
Two young men are there, doing the work, while I watch.