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That other letter did arrive, the very next day.

I get bored easily.

Household.

It's a bit of miserable day. A cosy slippers and wooly jumper staying inside sort of day. Even the fish are looking sleepy and the rain doesn't make them any more wet than usual.

Rainbows.

Take 2

I've finally got it to work, but you should really go and watch it here: http://vimeo.com/24143950, it's so tiny and blurry otherwise.

Rammel Bag

Here is a film I made this evening, when I should probably have been revising, or knitting birthday presents for people. I decided to upload it to Vimeo so that it can be higher quality.

So watch it on Vimeo if you want the full benefit of super-macro, and also a little explanation of the film itself.

http://vimeo.com/24143950

I'm going to try and upload it here too, but it's not working at the moment.

model

I'm making another little film, using all the wonderful bits and pieces I picked up at the Kathleen and Lily's final sale. (Something I'm very sad about really, it was one of the shops which made that end of Mansfield Road worth the trek.) It involves a knitting pattern for a baby giant panda, some dubious leather and three plesiosaurs. That's all I'm saying.

But, I'm out of energy, and literally out of batteries - that picture above was the only one I managed to upload before the camera turned itself off. I thought it was worth the preview anyway, as I might not be able to post the finished film for a few days yet. 

Image used as backdrop from the front page of this Saturday's Guardian Travel section, credit: photograph of a beach on the island of Sao Tome: Alamy.

Wales (disposable camera).

Someday Sunday.

Look Twice.

Wandering around Manchester at night. Sad and lost because we should've been watching Beach House.

But what's stranger still..

Is how something so small can keep you alive.

I'm not sure Win Butler meant this small. It might arrive, it might be lost forever.

Ohhh.

I'm really quite busy, with my art exam and French oral and absolute final English coursework deadline all basically right now. Off to Manchester on Thursday, where I'll attempt to take some photos.

Heaven forbid it should actually rain.

Let idiots reel giddy..

 There is always a danger that photos of flowers, especially close up, will look like the pages of a gardening magazine (which isn't that exciting.) I hope that these don't too much. Even if they do, aren't the colours lovely? And the shapes, especially the bluebells and buddleia, are quite graphic.

In this case, I'm probably more with Keats than Plath.
Was winter that long ago?

bang!