Fog is ebbing and flowing about Witchmountain today and, as predicted, I am feeling dissatisfied with my photography skills since our staff training talk with Mr Cornish! I wanted to show you the lake of mist that I can see in the valley below the house but it never looks as good as it does in real life and anyway, as soon as I came inside everything became even more dramatic and the moment was lost.I don’t think it’s impossible to take a fabulous picture with a phone camera, it’s just that it often seems to be a happy accident, it my case anyway.
It’s been a fun week, with loads of new people to meet and more conversations than I usually have in a month.Sometimes in the winter I’ve had weeks when I’ve hardly seen or spoken to a soul and I’ve always enjoyed the snowed- in times of solitude, when I could go all introspective,huddle by the stove with over-brewed coffee and usually come up with some new work. I’m still new fangled with this “going out to work” lark so I need to calm down and find time and space to imagine myself into that state …perhaps a new sketchbook and rationed internet use is the answer!
Last weekend I managed to photograph some things for Etsy but a week later I still haven’t listed them so that’s my next task today.
It’s quiet,with just the sound of logs crackling on the stove , the whirring of the MacBook and the occasional muffled gunshot from the grouse shooters on the moor. Fog has made everything monochrome and soft and I took a turn around the garden for the good of my health this morning , like a Jane Austin character; breathing in the delicious smell of leaf mold and woodsmoke.Except I was suffering a lethal hangover after celebrating my friend Crispin’s new appointment as a butler…yes these things happen in real life here and there is more drama in a weekend in Osmotherley than a whole episode of Downton Abbey. Good luck Crispin.
Here is a rare splash of colour and the hope that you’re all enjoying early winter where ever you are and a belated Happy Thanksgiving to Witchmountain’s friends in the USA. x
Reading:- ” The Hare With Amber Eyes” Edmund de Waal and this fantastic blog post about wool. Listening To:- Nothing because my amp caught fire.