Morning photography
A bit lower down the vallet from my house. The sun's rising behind the tree. Nice mist. Lizuka thinks it looks like David Hamilton had run out of semi-naked pubescent girls. "But it's real mist," I protested.
Another tree nearby. Look at all that mistletoe.
This one's from yesterday evening, the light and colours looked nice, and our pigeons chicken-picking amongst the stones.
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The digital press is working, we've been overrun with Ricoh reps and tekkies.
It's the end of the week. I'm looking forward to 2 days of music, rest and laziness. David Bretel's coming over saturday, and Sylvain D sunday. Otherwise I'm working on my jazz guitar chops - listening to lots of Grant Green (and his accompanying organists, esp. Larry Young). Will do some keyboard work too. My L-R synchronisation is weak.
Munching lunch. Lizou has bought me some gariguette strawberries, and there's apricot tea and moelleux de chocolat. Yum.
More later.