Standing tall

My paternal grandmother was born 143 years ago today and lived to the respectable age of 91.  She was a gentle lady and had amazing posture, always upright and of slight build in spite of having six children.

Today I had a bit of a panic.  A camera club email came in last night asking for panels of three, six or nine to be posted by end of play today.  I have lots of images to make up a panel, but they need adjusting to fit, and I’m useless at lining them up because I don’t know the easy way in Photoshop (and I’ve no patience).  Just before dinner I re-read the email and realised it’s next Sunday.  Phew!

Treecreepers have been in twice today, but escaped the lens, as did the courting robins.