Paul came yesterday to look at the garden. I'm glad he couldn't do it in May as it turns out cos it is too pretty to be turned into a building site. Every morning when I draw the curtain back there is another huge poppy. This is yesterday evening - Charlie is making hard work of walking down the fence just to tease Angel.
This is what it looked like through the kitchen window this morning:
and from the back step I'm not sure I want it reorganising:
Angel getting to know the girls:
a close up of an atlantic poppy - that orange couldn't be bettered
I'm half way through the five weeks of the life drawing class. Here's a pic from each week:
I think I can see an improvement, but I'm not sure. The house is littered with paper - on the wall and every surface. I have difficulty seeing. I think that is a skill as much as drawing - I bust out laughing this week, cos more than half way through a pose and having stepped back a couple of times at least, I blinked and saw how wide I'd made Tess's back. Wide as a navvie's. But at least I saw it. This week was the first of surface rather than edge - more fun than measuring but a different kind of looking to learn. For homework I've started on a blanket:
Today being a fortnight after she was spayed and a bank holiday, we set off early for a leadless walk in Miggy woods, with snackerels and new camera and a raincoat. The footpath runs between factories, quiet for the holiday, for the first 100 yards or so after I take the lead off and there were these yellow flowers, primrose or cowslip, I thought I would photograph and so I did and when I carried on walking she wasn't there.
At first I thought she'll come when I 'coo-up' and then I thought, she'll have gone on, and then I thought, she'll have gone back and so I was up and down the surrounding 200 or so yards thinking 'what do I do?' in a Pigletish way.
So in the end - ten minutes or so, I phoned Josie and asked her to check the doorstep, and decided to walk the route in reverse, in case she'd chased off looking for me.
People with dogs are a special breed, there were at least half a dozen who assured me they'd keep an eye out and phone me if they found her - thank heavens I put my mobile number on her collar.
I was most of the way back and my 'coo-up' was starting to sound strained when the phone rang. She'd got home OK and one of Melvin's carers was looking after her.
When I got back there she was in the back garden. I'm not sure how a dog shows remorse but I'm pretty sure that she wasn't! I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to make a fuss, 'cos that might encourage a repeat performance and I certainly wasn't going to punish her 'cos I can still remember Dad thrashing Rusty for running off and going home on his own. So I went for calm. She didn't seem to notice.
Lesson: when photographing, keep dog on lead!
This is my new camera - a Canon powershot SX200 IS. I got it from Jessops and the assistant assured me the ixus 850 had been discontinued for ages.
After all the fuss and worry, I don't think the flower shots this morning were worth it and though I have a vague recollection of blue bells and robins, I was too distracted and hurried to take any more.