Category: Photography
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Failed fudge. Failed Soap. Ah well, there is always tomorrow.
We don’t see Lulu often. But she is always there. Watching. Just like us. Yesterdays comments were so refreshing. You are all wonderful. Here we were (well I was) thinking that our contentment in solitude was in fact ‘Anti Social’ when in fact we are all good and fine and normal little Fellowship hermits in…
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The lack of chatter in the box
I discovered an interesting thing about myself while I was away. Maybe I knew it along. Have you ever worked in an old fashioned darkroom. With film, good old fashioned honest film. You expose your image with a light projector through the negative and onto the photo paper, then in your dark room you slide…
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Home again, Home again, Jiggedy Jig.
I know. I know, I say that all the time. But it is true. Who does not want to do a Jig when you are finally delivered back Home. Home again, Home again. Jiggedy – Jig! Home. Our favourite destination. Though, like all Immigrants and I am one, as are many of the Fellowship, we…
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Sometimes pigs do play with sticks.
They carry them about in their mouths and have races. TonTon knows this about pigs and sticks, so he is always ready. Boo on the other hand is not invited in for games. Just as well too. He steals the sticks and runs off. The men finished lowering the corn curtain on my third and…
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Corn is down.. I can see for miles and miles!
With a sunrise like this we had to have a good day. And we did. Because the men in their green machines, came and took the corn away. Later we went out to play in the stripped field. After pausing in the long grass for ‘short legs’ to rest. And watching Egoli – his new hunting…
The Kitchen's Garden 