Showing posts with label light. Show all posts
Showing posts with label light. Show all posts

Friday, 23 November 2012

23.11.12 Friday and the morning after...


Wednesday and things that go by. Kind of strange Autumn fruit (blackberries, blueberries) +  the odd one out Summer fruit banana, oatmeal mix. It was actually really nice. Just it looks a bit gooey, and not very appetizing. ): 
And lots of tea for my throat, with wooly jumper and knit blanket. :) 
Went to Florence and the Machine concert yesterday (Thursday), and screamed myself hoarse again, throat is raw and I sound like a damn chain smoker, plus I'm really rather tired after all that, and just want to sleep all weekend long. ^^ Oh well, work must be done, and life goes on and such. Can't wait for the end of the day.
Started my Christmas shopping on Wednesday, already have a few stocking fillers for my mum and sister, just need to find some for my dad now. 






So mostly Essie nail polish/varnish, I felt the Pink Trophy wife was appropriate for my mum, while the pastel colour is definitely more my sister's style. :) 
So in short, can't wait to start wrapping up the presents and making cinnamon-orange sticks to put in the stockings so they smell of Christmas, and adklgjlkah. Best time of year for me. 



Thursday, 4 October 2012

stormy weather and the atmosphere of the familiar

When you walk out of the door in the morning, there is a chill, and it shocks you to your bones, and you can smell the decay. It's lovely. The trees are shedding their unwanted excess. And I should be too.

Everything was lovely walking home this evening. I wish I could go out for another walk tonight, but unfortunately I have a lot of work all due tomorrow, which is really very frustrating and I would rather not do it to be honest. Anyway, I took some photos, probably looking like a complete moron with my camera aimed at the sky. I just love the way the clouds look almost bruised.


And here's another photo from yesterday. I just really love the Autumn light and the way everything looks more beautiful when it's dead or dying.