Believe it or not all this beauty is fairly local. Quite exotic for me as well, I’m used to evergreen forests.
Doorways And Paths
No matter how grand or humble, they’re always inviting, aren’t they?
Blenheim Palace, Oxfordshire.
Whatsoever We Feel
Knitting:
Fawkes socks are done… and too big for me. I broke my own rule regarding cast on numbers. 64 is always going to be too big. Otherwise, two shawls (Blue Ishbel, Ruby Is A Shawl) and another pair of socks (The Mighty Favog – and if you recognize the name you get a cookie).
Reading:
Trying to read Jonathon Strange and Mr Norrell and finding it tedious. This could be because it’s one of those books I picked up because I felt I “should” read it and because I have a stack of much more interesting looking books to get through.
Listening To:
Bitstream Dream and Chill, mainly.
Watching:
Twilight. I think we’ve seen it like four times so far. J. likes it but does not understand the American obsession with highschool. I love it (as do my siblings, we’ve had discussions about it) but also find it a bit weird. I had to look to see if Stephenie Meyer went to my highschool because it all sounded so familiar. Hi, I went to highschool in Twilight. Very weird.
Unexpected
Dreams are what we make.
Dreams are what we feel.
For a moment, for a lifetime.
Current photo project: Seven Unexpected Things.
On The Water
October in March, summer in April. There’s magic afoot.
