Pictorial blethers

By blethers

It's late ...

Well, it's late still to be in my outdoor jacket and desperate for tea and toast and marmalade (it's choir night) and suddenly find that I've not taken a single photo all day! So this is a real blip of desperation - the view in front of me as I realised this thing. In my defence, I've been busy at non-photogenic things like hanging out washing in a chilly gale (it felt like one) and visiting my sports therapist, and then too busy singing lovely Byrd to take photos. 

So here you see my desk. The sharp-eyed might notice a tiny glass of whisky (Campbeltown whisky) which is medicinal (really) - I don't usually quaff whisky after choir. My spec case is there because I use the same focal length for reading music on a stand as I do at the computer. The poetry book is one I took of my shelf while waiting for the iron to warm up, and discovered a hitherto unfamiliar Edwin Morgan poem about the death of a priest on Arran - I posted it on Facebook earlier for such friends as are interested in That Sort of Thing. And on the wall, dimly behind the desk lamp, you can see a small painting of Ailsa Craig (right) and to the left of it the copy of an icon of St John the Hermit, which I bought in a monastery in Crete close to where he was a hermit. I love it - it tells his whole fantastical tale in pictures.

And on the computer screen? My last photo of the pond in Benmore Gardens in the sunshine, taken last week when I was with my granddaughters. I guess my desk sums me up pretty well, really.

Apart from the whisky ...

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