Meanwhile, a 4th day of sunshine! The frost is thicker every morning though and -3 celsius in Antwerp today. Still, sunshine ... not to be sneezed at in December, here on the northern end of the world.
I was out with Miss 9 recently. She took this photograph of me after we had worked through exposure and composition while wandering. She trotted off and worked on framing then signing it. She presented it to me to add to my blog. My youngest photography student so far ...
I posted, over on Facebook, that some friends in Genova will no longer believe me when I tell them I go there to escape the grey skies of Belgium. Roberto and Doris flew in from Liguria on Monday, just as a high pressure weather system stalled over us. They have enjoyed deep blue skies these last 3 days ...
We have had our first frosts here but a lot can be lived with if deep blue skies are involved. I mentioned the fact that I had laundry drying on the clothes-line outside ... not completely drying but still, it was out and it was drying some, and she asked if I had photographed my lovely December clothes-line.
The thing is, once I pick up my camera, the difficulty is in putting it down again. So rather than simply photograph sheets and duvet covers drying on my clothes-line outside, I wandered round our little pocket-sized garden. I noticed the honeysuckle has been fooled into flowering again and that the raspberry leaves look rather divine in their autumn state.
And so, a collage ...
I've been standing still since Paris, 13 October 2013. It feels very odd. A little like sleeping, or perhaps napping.
As a result the house is looking pretty. My bedroom/office space has been refined. I like it. And Gert's building me a 2m wide corkboard ... so that I can hang the photographs I'm using for the book. Apparently he was inspired to create the corkboard when he arrived home and discovered my lines of nylon thread, filled with many pegged A4 colour images.
We negotiate this office space that we share here in our big old L-shaped Belgian bedroom. He is a very organised man. I am a chaotic-while-preferring-to-be-organised woman. I have my little nest of books and papers, photographs and paintings, memories and all kinds of other things too, tucked away behind a small shelf-wall. I'm in the corner, next to a window, where the predominant colours are deep red and terracotta.
It's winter here. I am in need of colour.
In the end I can't resist playing with reflections ... even in Venice.
Or maybe, most especially in Venice.
Or so it seemed, especially when we were lost in Venice.
I would like to go back one day, with more time, and be out wandering very early before the city wakes up. Sunrise in Venice might be rather special.
