Showing posts with label self portrait. Show all posts
Showing posts with label self portrait. Show all posts

Saturday, 29 December 2012

Happy Bloody Christmas...

Just to show how the festivities go on and on in our household...

Ho bloody ho...


How did I take it?

Two lights to front, one on each side.
Camera on tripod in middle, set to shoot with ten second delay.
Me running backwards and forwards to grab newspaper and get in position.

My hair suffered considerably under that hat.




Monday, 1 October 2012

It's Monday - What are you Reading?



For once I managed to get hold of two of the books on my wish list and read one of them in a few days - double hurrah!  Take a bow Anthony Horowitz's The House of Silk, a wonderful homage to the Sherlock Holmes stories of Conan Doyle.  All the ingredients are there - Holmes, Watson, fog, 221b Baker Street, street urchins, fog, dastardly villains, Victorian London, Homes's violin, and did I mention fog?

Horowitz captures the essence of the originals but adds 21st century slant to it - the main 'crime' in the book (which I can't mention as it's a major spoiler) is one that I'm sure Conan Doyle wouldn't have touched with a barge pole, but it works.  A heck of a good read... I just wish he'd write some more.

Next on the list is The Snow Child...


Selfie + significant other
... and whilst we're on the subject of Holmes,
don't you think David has a very Moriarty-ish expression on his face here? 
If I'd done this in colour you could
have seen how spiffing my brown velvet coat (how
19th century can you get?) looks, but then you would
also have seen how badly my roots need doing...
Memo to self - wear hat...

Saturday, 11 August 2012

Brenda Photo Challenge...

Self- portrait in black and white...

Almost forgot about this!  Had to do a very quick photo and an even quicker edit :O)

Portrait of the Artist...


Click here for more participants.

Thursday, 16 February 2012

I'd rather be reading...

I'd rather be reading...

Yesterday I had one of those days - insane behaviour from a boss and some wayward office machinery (which I am convinced is possessed), plus my husband upsetting me a great deal when I got home.  Sometimes the only thing you can do is to tell the world (and particularly all the men and office equipment in it) to go away and then lose yourself in a book...

If that fails you can at least hurl the book at them (as long as it's a cheap one you got from a second hand shop).

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