A transient September sunrise, it’s titanium patina lasting just about long as it took to get the camera out of the bag.
Another thing of beauty, is the new plaster on our walls (I’m sure it will be longer lasting. Oh what a joy, smooth as silk and whilst not as strong as titanium in comparison to what it replaces, it is golden. Joe’s bedroom walls now cry out to be painted rather than me shedding tears of frustration as I spend days to get anything to look half decent and failing.
Here we are playing a game a kin to those tile games you used to have as kids as we try and get the house back in decorative order after the roof was replaced in the summer; some of the work is as a direct result of the roof works, (i.e the 2 holes in our bedroom ceiling!) whilst a lot of it is decorating jobs that have been put off for a long while we muttered the mantra ‘no point doing that till the roof’ has been done.’ So we are moving furniture and chattels from room to room with a wash of emulsion paint following in it’s wake. Meanwhile my blog remains unkempt, comments un-responded too and the camera rarely out of the bag. Sorry.
I’ll try and rustle up a chicken tale, in between coats of paint, or maybe some shots of the roof, I can do that from stock…