So, the end of the year and Project 365 has over-run by, um, a bit. I rather like this blogging malarkey.
This afternoon Miss Mouse and I went out sledging with Morag and her kids. As we were standing around shivering and attempting to keep the girls from falling in their faces in the snow every two minutes, the moon came up. Photographing the moon is tricky for the photographically-useless-but-enthusiastic such as me - in reality it was big and apricot-coloured and striking. In my photo it's small and white. Oh well.
edit: Apparently it was a blue moon, which is to say the second full moon in a month. Or maybe not. Whatever it is, it doesn't happen very often.
I just couldn't seem to get this right today. Usually natural light (dining-room window) leads to fairly faithful reproduction of the colours of the yarn - not today. Possibly there was too much cold snow-reflected natural light - certainly the colours are rather cool. I should probably find time to read the manual for my camera properly!
Well, maybe not a brisk walk, more a trudge really!
I went shopping today and decided to walk home. I hadn't reckoned on quite how slippery the pavements would be - it had thawed a bit but the pavements of course have well compressed snow which will take a good while to go. So it took me a while to get home, but it did feel great to stretch my legs a bit after being stuck inside so much of the last week.
It thawed a little today - it certainly felt a bit warmer when I went for a walk this afternoon. It was good to get some fresh air and escape the construction of toys, the finding of batteries, the mending of near-instantly broken toys, and so on.
Hester's not been out yet, but she likes watching things out the window. The snow however was annoying her - she kept meerkatting on the window-sill, tail twitching. I don't think she can figure it out at all.
Toby on the other hand is allowed out as he's a) desparate to go out and explore and b) has had his bits lopped off. He's still keen to go out but remains unimpressed with the cold wetness of snow.
Hollyhock? Cottage garden flower, redolent of all things summery and English? Well, it's a bewildered Scottish hollyhock that flowered at the end of autumn. And here it is in the ice and snow. Bless it, it tried.
I make no apology for the fuzziness, she was too close to me for the focus to be right - but isn't she brilliant? She's laughing because one of the cats (sitting on my lap, hence being too close for decent focus) was licking her hand and it tickled.
So I read this and thought 'nah, our cats won't... oh'.
To be fair Hester hasn't bothered with the tree (but then again she's a much smaller cat so it wouldn't be so much of a problem), but Toby has scaled the tree several times now. I've had to remove the red peacock decs I'd put on the tree. Naturally he can't resist little birdies, eh?
I was parked next to this. I couldn't decide whether it was arranged that way for picturesque effect (it was outside a local moderately posh hotel) or whether it was just chance. Either way it makes a nice picture!
Once upon a time my friend Bee told me about 'project 365' in which you take a photo a day for a year. I wasn't that disciplined about it and it took me one year and 3 months to reach Day 365, but it quickly became a habit of sorts and also a record of my year. So I've overrun but I continue with it anyway!