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Ha-ah, the mist is coming... and rather quickly too. It's coveted most of the view, so walking home will be fun. On my way home from the cold and quiet train station on tuesday night, in a taxi that was playing low key jazz, the fog was thick and like shades of sotto ver the neon lights, and I thought of Adrienne Barbeau drinking, smoking and watching the fog roll in over Antonio Bay from her lighthouse. I should download from my digital princess so I can take pictures this evening... I seem to get sudden urges in the strangest of places. We've bonded well, my digital and I.
Any-who... spent a lovely weekend in Edinburgh with my mother, lots of sight seeing and wine drinking, and a chance discovery of some of the strangest gravestones (has anyone else ever seen skulls on gravestones before?), which have kickstarted lingering desires to photograph graveyards. The worst possible goth cliche? Perhaps.
I somehow seem to have been roped into mass cake baking this evening.
My jaw hurts. And... mmmmm... goodness gracious. The fog is really thickening...
Any-who... spent a lovely weekend in Edinburgh with my mother, lots of sight seeing and wine drinking, and a chance discovery of some of the strangest gravestones (has anyone else ever seen skulls on gravestones before?), which have kickstarted lingering desires to photograph graveyards. The worst possible goth cliche? Perhaps.
I somehow seem to have been roped into mass cake baking this evening.
My jaw hurts. And... mmmmm... goodness gracious. The fog is really thickening...