Infamy, infamy...

Brief moment of excitement this week.  Our local paper publishes readers' photos now an again and this week they printed a large image of a brass vase I'd taken a while ago, plus a smaller one of Posky.

The brass vase (one of a pair) is one that my Dad brought back from India when he was stationed there with the army.  These two little vases are some of the few things I have that belonged to him so it was nice to see one have a moment of fame!  Posky has now had his photo published locally and nationally (a cat magazine published a story and photo about him), and is thinking of wearing dark glasses when he goes out to avoid the paparazzi.  Otherwise the only other photos of note this week have been a monotone pic of an apple with some nifty shadows caused by the kitchen blind (it wasn't a set-up shot, I was getting my lunch ready to take to work and noticing the shadows, decided it was too good a shot to let pass by), and one of my earring.  I love the colour of these so put one on a piece of white paper at the window to catch the light and used the close-up filter so I could get the detail.

As for books, amazingly, this week I've finished reading John Connolly's The Whisperers which was an early birthday present and R J Ellory's The Anniversary Man.  I'm now in that unsettling state of having nothing else I REALLY want to read next, although have to say I did see an interesting looking book called The Quincunx in Waterstones last week.  That might be another early birthday present when I get to Stratford tomorrow...