Archive for February, 2013
Another camera photo today – I’m a frustrated by its limitations but I don’t have a portable enough camera to keep one with me all the time. I was saying to a friend as we waited for our mad girls to stop spinning and spinning and spinning on the tyre swing that what I need is a camera that is also a phone, rather than the other way round. I suspect these already exist.
Walking home from the gym, my eye was attracted to the long shadows cast by the artificial lights of nighttime. In particular I spotted a man walking his dog and the fascinating composition it created. Of course by the time I had got my phone out to record the picture, they were gone.
This is a picture from yesterday but I was too tired to post, so here it is today. We had a lovely family meal, with rellies coming up from Brighton and the opportunity to celebrate my brother-in-law’s birthday. We sat down at 12.30 and left at 4.30!
What are you doing? I said.
Trying to make a blurry picture for you, she replied, jumping and twirling some more.
Not a very productive day – still no cat friend for Grimmy – but we had a nice pub lunch. I didn’t even get to take a photo, despite taking both my cameras out, so here is one from Tuesday.
A jaunt up to Central London with the girls, playing I Spy on the train into town, before meeting my sister for lunch. On the way back I resisted the temptation to go into Rymans and buy unnecessary stationery items, and although I said the Waterstones word, I didn’t anywhere near a printed book.
At our homeward terminus, Charing Cross station, I stopped for a moment to capture a picture of the Eleanor Cross. I know I have blogged about this before, way back in the mists of time. This is a replica of a cross erected by Edward I, in memory of his wife, Eleanor of Castile. He arranged for 12 such crosses to be erected at each of 12 sites where her coffin had rested overnight on the trip from Lincoln to London. They were built between 1291 and 1297, with the funds coming out of the Queen’s estate!
I haven’t managed to visit any of the three remaining original monuments, but it’s on my list.
On my drive to work every day I pass our local cemetery and crematorium. I approach it from a side road, with a view through the railings, and it always seems intriguing. I promised myself I would try and take my camera down there this week, as it is the half term holiday.
With both girls still in their sleep-over locations, to be collected later, I headed down to the cemetery this very sunny morning. I felt a little uncertain whether photography was permitted in the grounds, as I know, particularly these days, authorities can be very sensitive about cameras and security. No one seemed to mind though and I was also careful not to snap any of the inscriptions on the grave stones too closely.