It was sunny in my corner of England so I had to get out and find some pictures. Anything to put off dealing with the baby deer lying dead on the drive (we live on some unmarked deer path) its backside having provided some creature with a large questionable dinner. I didn’t take a picture of it. I headed into town to enjoy the sunshine (before the gale hits tomorrow), get the Goblin some vitamin C and generally frighten the local population with my latest layered look (red, pink and purple). Actually it probably wasn’t my colour scheme it was probably my weird posturing outside All Saints church (in the market square…the church yard facing the square is raised…I took a picture from the church… Anyway, I enjoyed myself taking pictures of my shadow. The insides of the church were a little dark and my camera decided it was going to do its own thing…like not focus on anything properly. I’ll actually have to read the instructions now…if only to save the remains of my sanity. It was a beautiful day and I saw all sorts of lovely things which I’ve never seen before…not that the camera let me photograph them, but that’s life. I left All Saints through the bell tower door which was propped open…and there high up on the wall…I mean fifteen above me…I can only assume there used to be a platform…there was a whole wall of lovely old graffiti carved into the stone. One of the few I could make out was 1768. Lovely! Probably some bell ( or change) ringer.
I stopped off at my favorite charity shop and found two shirts and a Sotheby’s auction catalog and bought it just for the pictures of the cutest Georgian porcelain inkstand I’ve ever seen. I’ll have to take a picture of it and you’ll see what I mean. Anyway after dancing around in the grave yard and generally having a solitary good time I returned home (putting it off as long as possible) to deal with the dead deer. I put on my new bright yellow rubber gloves, half wrapped it in a black bin bag and threw it over the fence (no one lives or goes down there because its a disused railway track in a gully). I don’t think the trees are really going to complain, but I hope any future animals who feel like death pick somewhere else to become fox food. That was my day. I think I over did it as I feel rather shattered, but as I finished my little ghost story yesterday for that competition in The Daily Telegraph (last entry date is Nov 20th) I was feeling rather pleased with myself. After they tell me I haven’t won anything I’ll put it on my blog. I’m hoping I end up one of the last six entries…dreams are free!!!!
So here are a few of my favorite pictures from today…
I love it when you post pictures! And the reflection/self-portrait is great. I really like it. 🙂
Wish I could come by and see you again. Maybe this time you ought to come to us… I’ll take you on a tour of whatever town I live in.
You’re right, that doesn’t sound fun at all.
Sorry I didn’t click the little followup comments button….
Teresa Thomas Bohannon says
I enjoy reading about your little forays into town and the treasures you find there. The pictures are an added bonus.
Thanks for sharing,
Esperity, there are magical experiences to be had in any town anywhere…you know that!!!! Even Poca-hello, Idaho!!!! I’d love to come meet your kids and have a laugh. I can’t imagine you living anywhere that wasn’t a secret magical portal.
After your last blog post I thought of you quite a bit yesterday as I ignored any strange looks coming my way from passing strangers and tried to capture a good self portrait. You weren’t there in body, but you were there in thought!!!! We shall meet again…and have some laughs. 🙂
@Teresa Thomas Bohannon
Thank you! I’ve become a compulsive snapper with the dawn of digital photography (now I just need to learn how to make my camera do what I want…minor details!), but I love taking pictures and sharing them. I think because I haven’t had the mental energy to paint I’ve ended up focusing that part of my artist on the camera. Health wise, I think my camera has really helped me to feel better. Even if I’m blocked and can’t write I can wander down the road and find something weird to photograph. Monday (in the rain) I HAD to go for a walk even though I didn’t feel particularly well…and there hanging from a naked tree branch…was a key attached to a blue key ring…I took a picture. Why was the key hanging in a tree? Did someone drop it and someone else pick it up or is it that those keys we misplace are really snatched away by poltergeists and used to decorate the local shrubbery? Can you hear the Twilight Zone music? Creepy! Yes I’ve totally been reading too many ghost stories!
My dear husband always laughs that I can leave the house for WalMart and come back having the most interesting things to tell him about my trip. So you are probably right, I could find something just for you. 🙂
I’m excited for our next visit, where-ever it may be.
And I hope to see some of those great self-portraits. Have you ever played with Picnic.com? It’s bit a addictive, but fun, fun, fun!