Wednesday, February 28, 2007
new dress
Love it!
Friday, February 23, 2007
looking for spring
It's being intermittently warm and springlike today. I took advantage of a sunny spell at lunchtime to go and look for crocuses along the backs. Outside Trinity's back gate, I found a carpet of lilac shimmering beneath the trees.
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
happy purple skirt
Friday, February 16, 2007
rushed off my feet
That's how I feel at the moment. Yesterday was the first evening this week where I was in and had no-one coming round. Not that those things aren't good, but it has been a busy week. I enjoyed myself, made experimental pudding (pearl barley, milk and nuts, rice pudding with barley instead of rice, basically) did some reading and started making notes for an essay. But tonight I'm out again and the weekend holds lots of busyness and every spare moment needs to be taken up with essay-writing. I like writing, but I could do with a little more sleep.
This photo is from last summer and it's a reminder that sometimes you need to take a moment to sit and relax and talk to God. Shoes off = I'm not going anywhere right now and I'm listening.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
chocolate fondue
We had fun last night. Lots of food, lots of chat, watched Monsters, Inc (Why have I never seen it before? It's lovely!).
Valentines photo set
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Wednesday
Have a happy Wednesday, whatever you're up to.
Monday, February 12, 2007
plotting and planning and trying not to worry
Prayers appreciated!
Friday, February 09, 2007
style and substance
Actually, maybe I should just plan one of those, myself. Anyone want to come? We could watch P&P on DVD (we've got the BBC version at our house). We could see if we can teach ourselves some Regency dances, and generally flit around in pretty dresses. But we'd need some gorgeous menfolk to dress up in breeches. I can't actually see any of the men of my acquaintance finding it much fun. Ah well.
So I shall either have to overdress for work one of these days, or suddenly acquire some friends with the kind of lifestyles that require black tie several times a month. Shouldn't be too hard in Cambridge, right?
And looking on the bright side, when I lose more weight and all my clothes no longer fit me, I get to buy and make more. And an excuse for more clothes is always a good thing. :-)
Thursday, February 08, 2007
little cold wooden horse
The only camera I had on my way to work was my phone. I saw the little wooden horse looking all snowy and had to take his picture. I was surprised how well it came out.
snow day
It's back and it means it this time.
We were promised snow and snow we got. A few inches, I think and it's still coming down. I cycled in rather gingerly this morning.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
green squiggle
Two of my favourite things to photograph - giant public sculpture and philosophical grafitti.
This one's in Brighton, near the pier (the one that has stuff on, rather than the one that's slowly falling into the sea.)
Monday, February 05, 2007
wedding gravestone
I took this at David and Zoe's wedding last July, while waiting around for official photographs.
I like the simplicity of the stone and inscription. It seemed fitting.
Friday, February 02, 2007
moo
Wow, a grumpy day when I almost decide to give up blogging and then suddenly, four posts in one day.
Home time soon. I shall leave you with this friendly cow.
proud cat
I love this photo. It's the combination of the angle and the expression on the cat's face.
More photos from last year's Scottish holiday are on my flickr.
A silent poetry reading
WHAT: A Bloggers' (Silent) Poetry Reading
WHEN: Anytime February 2, 2007
WHERE: Your blog
WHY: To celebrate the Feast of Bridgid, aka Groundhog Day
HOW: Select a poem you like - by a favorite poet or one of your own - to post February 2nd.
RSVP: If you plan to publish, feel free to leave a comment and link on this post. Last year Reya put out the call and there was more poetry in cyberspace than she could keep track of. So, link to whomever you hear about this from and a mighty web of poetry will be spun.
DREAMS.
by Robert Herrick
Here we are all by day ; by night we're hurl'd
By dreams, each one into a sev'ral world.
There's a poem on pigwotknits too.