The one line that is guaranteed to put fear into the souls of my illustrious clients is “I have had an idea”. After the initial knee-jerk gasp of horror, one of the following occurs a) they change the subject, b) run for cover or c) start crying. It is true that these plans often involve mud, sweat and more mud, and perhaps the odd tear. Mostly mud though. I am not sure what all the fuss is about, it usually works out in the end. “It is the journey” I tell them “not the destination”. This doesn’t seem to help.
So you will be pleased to know that today I have had an idea that involves no mess whatsoever. One of the self-imposed tasks for this month is to catalogue my photographs*. So to take full advantage of this monumental mission I will, as chaos becomes order, post photos from this confusion of shots. These pictures will undoubtedly be accompanied by some random musings and words of obscurity.
This photo is not from the archives, it was taken earlier in the week at The Farm. It was about 3.30pm and the sky was already beginning to darken and a faint blush was appearing on the horizon. The spent umbellifer heads formed a fine silhouette against the faintly clouded sky.
This picture has not been labelled and its fellows, the ones that do not come up to the mark and are destined for the bin, have not been deleted. I will start tomorrow. Honest. Unless I get a better offer.
* Label the good ones, delete the embarrassing ones.