Thursday, June 19, 2008

Gardening Equivalent

Will spend today wondering if I do have a least favourite plant...privet of course. Petunias. Many ground-cover roses, particularly those with name such as "Little Miss Pink" and "Cutie-Pie". HOw much of this is pure snobbery?

TPL shoot today, so must take a big hat. Paddy says 107 degrees in Las Vegas, and she is off to the Grand Canyon.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008


One conversation we had in Boston was: what *words* in a recipe immediately killed all interest in the dish?
Graham crackers, I said.
Meanwhile, said Minty.
Paddy: Anything in cans. Or having the calorie count per portion at the end.
And having things in the ingredient list like "Stock (see page 79)" which would take longer than the original recipe did it for all of us.


Deep peace I breathe into you, O weariness, here:
O ache, here!
Deep peace, a soft white dove to You;
Deep peace, a quiet rain to you;
Deep peace, an ebbing wave to you!
Deep peace, red wind of the east from you;
Deep peace, grey wind of the west to You;
Deep peace, dark wind of the north from you;
Deep peace, blue wind of the south to you!
Deep peace, pure red of the flame to you;
Deep peace, pure white of the moon to you;
Deep peace, pure green of the grass to you;
Deep peace, pure brown of the earth to you;
Deep peace, pure grey of the dew to you,
Deep peace, pure blue of the sky to you!
Deep peace of the running wave to you,
Deep peace of the flowing air to you,
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you,
Deep peace of the sleeping stones to you!
Deep peace of the Yellow Shepherd to you,
Deep peace of the Wandering Shepherdess to you,
Deep peace of the Flock of Stars to you,
Deep peace from the Son of Peace to you,
Deep peace from the heart of Mary to you,
And from Bridget of the Mantle
Deep peace, deep peace!
And with the kindness too of the Haughty Father
In the name of the Three who are One,
And by the will of the King of the Elements,
Peace! Peace!

the dominion of dreams : under a dark star - 'fiona macleod' - 1895

Monday, June 16, 2008

Dawn Shoot

As the alarm violated my sleep at four this morning I realised just how lucky I am to face the morning in my own sweet time most days.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Low Humour

I should be ashamed of myself.

Behind the Saw Again

This morning was spent creating an anchor plate for the pole-cam in the back of my pickup, shaped around the wheel-bases to fit snugly and not slip around, with location holes for the tripod and a central ring to tie it down - you can imagine a twenty foot carbon fiber pole is not stable.

So now that I have a good mess with the sawdust, I might as well sand the new plaster repairs in my office. The speakers are wired in and work, and I just spoke with Felix on Skype, so I'm getting there.

Saturday, June 14, 2008

Ladies Who Gad About

Back from New York, Boston and Tiverton, and I almost don't want to write about it, because sometimes when One does, the words take over from the reality. Same with photos.

Paddy and I walked all over NY, even in the blazing heat, many stops for coffee and we saw everything we had planned, including Frick and Met, Muji and ABC. We were in Hotel 17 by Union Square and quickly mastered the subway -well, we lived in London! and we just had fun, lunch in Brooklyn with Katherine, dinner at Battery Park with Maryna, lunch in Brooklyn with Maryna and two of her clients, not-coincidentally young men, then amazingly we all met up with Patricia Donovan who was over to see her daughter graduate from Princeton and to visit her son.

There wasn't a lot we could do in Minty's beautiful and enormous house in Boston even though we were there to help, just some lifting and carrying things to the basement, and I stabilised some of her beautiful rugs, so we just walked and talked and ate and had some girlie fun. Minty had a book about Ten Ways to Look Ten Years Younger, so we tried them. Then we went through her wardrobe throwing out fat clothes, and sad, tired clothes, and Lumberjack and weird clothes. We spent the weekend in beautiful Tiverton, and Katherine brought the cats down too, and I wolfed as many books as I could from the overflowing bookshelves, including I Capture the Castle which I loved and had never read, Dodie Smith.

This blog has so Not Captured the East Coast Jaunt, I am shamed. Maybe if I had taken a laptop with me, then I'd have written at the time about our scouring of Broadway, all the helpful kind people we met, the slightly strange men who stopped to chat to us, the wonderful buzz of a city again. Or maybe I shall recall it in tranquillity.