I have spent the majority of this week, either outside with the camera, taking commissioned shots, or in the workshop on the lathe or cutting and assembling frames.
The only time I have been truly warm is during the evenings.
I now understand why we do not see glamour photos of Eskimo ladies.
Given that the forecast is for a snowbound weekend, I have been to the shops and bought sufficient milk, and a loaf of bread, to ensure that there should be no further need to venture out again until well into next week.
And I will not be deprived of tea and toast.
So, having been cold all week; today, when the snow appears to have arrived in earnest, I am safely, and warmly esconced indoors.
Sorting out artwork.
Producing mounts for a variety of pieces of art.
Hand-finishing some framing profiles.
the start silly crow
Mum, we need to get out in the snow – Pleeease
this looks as if it’s in for the duration
with a ‘Landscape’ Menu setting – to try to make it look less grey and dismal than it really is. The first four shots are on a ‘Neutral’ Menu setting, which is actually more accurate in terms of tone & colour.
my workshop roof
taken from the comfort of the ‘clean workshop’ window.
A client who is presently out in the States and due to arrive home on Sunday, suggested that he may call round to collect his finished articles as soon as he arrives back in the country. Unless it is anything like this on the eastern seaboard, I suspect that by Sunday, having travelled from New York, via Heathrow, to Northampton, he may be happier just to get his feet in front of the fire. Maybe he is made of much sterner stuff than I am: or can imagine.
We could, though I sincerely hope not, be knee-deep in snow by Sunday evening.
PC‘s and laptops take precedence over lathes, Morsos or carving benches.
As the daylight faded, I took some bread to the lake, to feed the ducks.
There was not one in sight when I arrived on the bank.
I clicked my tongue, twice, and magically mallards appeared from everywhere.
Almost instantly my feet were surrounded by at least fifteen ducks (and drakes). When I dropped small pieces of bread into the snow for them, they couldn’t find the pieces. So I threw the bread pieces into the lake – it appears that fowl find food by sight or feel, rather than by smell
For just those few moments I was as popular as I can ever remember having been.
It wasn’t much of a meal for them: 3 slices of bread between 15 ducks; but they did behave as if that was all they had eaten all day.
And up to their waists in cold water too.
Do have a comfortably warm weekend folks