December 14th, 2009 Comments 0

First snow,

red berried with a light dusting of snow

first attempts at pastry:

later that night, first snowball:

hand holding a big snowball indoors, with a wooden herringbone floor

Sunset train to London

December 11th, 2009 Comments 0

Ah, sky through a train window, fast becoming my favourite thing to photograph:

Sunset as seen through a train window, the shafts of light falling through the clouds, and breaking above them, blues, greys, and golden yellows.

My mother doesn’t like these kinds of pictures because they look so fake and unreal, but this really did happen!  I saw it with mine digital eyes!  This is also more evidence for my theory that it was the sky that made early peoples invent god stories – “there it is, the abstract hand of God, making light patterns on the Giant Canvas Above”.

Here are the trees I saw:

blurry trees silhouetted by a sunset, as seen through a train window

All blurry and spidery and golden.

Trip to Tenby

December 8th, 2009 Comments 2

The train from Cardiff to Tenby is fantastic.  You are travelling beside the water for miles. Living in Wales, I have an appreciation for the beauty of greyness:

Grey sea, taken through a train window, white sinlight breaking through the grey clouds

I particularly like it when a grey sea and sky come together at the horizon and you can’t see where one ends and the other begins. While in Tenby I made an effort to find a great café to sit in, and happily stumbled upon a small Greek establishment overlooking the sea.  It was a bit higgledy-piggledy, had it been in London it would have been hipper, but I liked it half-baked. A cafe order number ticket "Your Order Number 59", with a blue rim. My glass of lemon water was wonderful (lots of floating bits), but the best thing was this swan biscuit which came with my tea: a patterned biscuit in the shape of a swan, sitting on a white saucer with a spoon and cup. I thought it was so pretty, and amazingly it tasted as good, if not better, than it looked.  It was almondy, buttery and crisp, and on the back were flaked almonds.  I want to track them down one day. The amazing thing about Tenby was the atmosphere, it felt liked arriving in a different country, gentle and sea-wildish, different to the sea where I live.  Stranger still, most of the shops were closed in the middle of the day, it being winter in a tourist town, so that lent it an air of… hmmm, not sure what without turning it into a cliche.  But it is a lovely place.  With great biscuits.

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