I went to the canal this afternoon, the usual little walk we’ve done so many times before. I wondered dolefully whether there would be anything interesting to take a picture of. I’ve managed to maintain my picture-a-day discipline, even if some are very poor, and I can’t stop now. (I’ve temporarily mislaid Thursday 18 January – it’s inside a camera I left behind somewhere by mistake and still haven’t retrieved.)
There were of course many interesting things to photograph along the canal. Now the dilemma is which to put here… should it be the weeping eye? too miserable, and we’ve had more than enough of that around here. Besides I’m still coming to terms with the fact that the best tree face ever has been enhanced with artifice. And my picture is out of focus.
Should it be daisy daisy (give me your answer do)? Also not entirely cheerful since there’s drowning involved.
There’s one man and his dogs which has the virtue of some spots of brightness. But I think I’ll make that the official picture of the day. The man in question was delightful, and his dogs even more so. One had, so he said, had won at Crufts. I asked if their coats were hand-knitted, he said he’d bought them on the Kings Road in Chelsea. Maizy looked disgusted during the entire exchange. She also smelt disgusting since she’d rolled vigourously in the copious Canada goose excrement to be found along the towpath.
So, back to the pictures, we’re left with the bushy bush and its reflections. There are two, but they’re pleasant and light and bright so here they are:
I think I utterly lack discrimination when it comes to my own pictures, I just like all of them, even when they’re clearly no good.
And in other news, this blog was four recently. Still having tantrums though.