Cabin fever

28 January 2006

Light snow

There was a smattering of snow last night. Wintry showers had been forecast, but I didn’t believe that they would mean anything at all white for us. When I ventured out into the cold this morning, there was just enough snow lying to betray the midnight visit of the local fox.

The tracks came over the compost bin from next door, went all round the garden and, just in front of the 6 foot high fence, there was a bigger mark, where he’d crouched down before springing over the top to continue his patrol of the village.

I’m really tired of not being able to do much at the moment. My mind is working faster than my physical self can at the moment and, once it realises that it’s sped ahead once more, it tends to get grumpy. It was nice that the sun was shining today, meaning that there was good light for taking some photos. It was pretty cold outside, but while my fingers were turning pink, I enjoyed standing in the garden, looking for the next shot. I’ve been looking at the world differently since I had the D50. I wonder what it looks like from down here, from over there, from up here, through that, with that out of focus, with that reflected in that.

I’ve started to make a list of places I want to go to take photos this year. Trouble is of course, I get a bit mad when I realise I need someone else to take me to these places. Then I have to put my iPod in my ears, turn it up loud and lose myself in the music until I get the grundlewiggy look off my face again.