The evening before the regatta at Lac de Montbel. The photographs are grainy because of the low light level at 21.30 but I think that they have an impressionist quality. The last two are looking back towards the yacht club, the lights of la Régate restaurant, and the mountains.
Finally, some good weather. So now is the time to start planting geraniums, fuchsias, petunias et al for splashes of summer colour. The garden has take a bashing this autumn and winter; the box blight/moths or whatever has been devastating to the hedge, ( but with careful treatment it is showing signs of good recovery ), the […]
The weather has been so mercurial for the last few weeks, and the clouds have been swirling and whirling about. The double rainbow appeared suddenly, arching over the hôtel de ville, at place Capitol. Such a hopeful sign after a sun-rain-sun type of day.
* Snow returned this week. Starting on Saturday with rain turning to sleet, and sleet turning to snow. Thick fluffy flakes fell from the sky, rapidly covering the rooves and paths. The showers continued through the weekend, drifting on the shady sides of the valley, decorating every twig and branch with a sprinkle of white. In […]
I have begun a new watercolour. All the walking I’ve been doing roundabout recently has given me a passion for the density of green; living, dying and dead layers of plants, grasses and the occasional flower. So I’ve been drawing and practising building up leaf and petal shapes. Nearly forgot to mention today, 1st March, is […]
I’ve been mooching about in the city of Toulouse on a grey wintery day. December and January have been noted as the wettest months on record for 50 years in France. It’s not difficult to understand why after so many wet days here in the south west . And yet, there is always the beautiful […]
I took an early walk this morning along the lake edge, the weather changed dramatically. I took these pictures to try to capture the change in mood. The sky clouded over but there was still enough light for the scenery to be reflected in the water.
and Toulouse is a beautiful city – sunshine or rain. Starting at pavement level with the cobblestones, in an array of fifty shades of conglomerate, cobble comes from the word cob, ‘a round lump’, and is officially sized between a pebble and a boulder.
I’ve been clearing, cleaning and tidying the atelier before the darker days of autumn set in. Just couldn’t throw away a pot with lily of the valley flower; although it’s atrophied to a crisp, I still find it lovely in death. I’ve also straightened odds and ends, stored cut out letters and pegged papers for […]
I went to a firework display and saw these enormous diamond studded dandilion heads shooting upwards, maybe 20 of them, just effortlessly opening up, one after the other, so elegant against the night sky. Then came colours, lots of colour, sometimes separately or as a huge mix. Probably the most splendid fireworks I have ever […]