I take photos all week. Some weeks anyway. I fill in moments by wandering around outside snapping a photo or two here or there. At some point, I remember to take from the camera to the computer and sometimes I’m surprised to see what I photographed. Last night was a case in point. I’d completely forgotten about a few things I’d tried to capture and so I thought it might be a nice way to wrap up the week by sharing a few with you.
The first is a spider web I found hanging from our clothes line. Our resident Clothes Line Spider (yes, that’s a real variety of spider) usually just wraps a few long threads from one spoke to the other. I’ve never thought of them as particularly striking but earlier in the week, this one amazed me so much (on the way to the chicken coop) that I raced back inside determined to try to capture it. And then I promptly forgot and the week got away from me.
Truly it made me think of a small shawl hanging from my clothes line and I photographed it about twenty times until I figured out I should a) use the big tree behind it so it didn’t just disappear into the early morning clouds and b)use a flash. It worked. Whoever made it had a great eye for placement. The way it draped off the line was perfect. And then it was gone.
In our autumn garden, the tomato plants have hung on for dear life, but this morning we got our first mini-frost and so they are truly going to fade now. In anticipation of this, we rescued lots of the green ones a few weeks ago and have been ripening them inside in a basket. Have you ever had a Black Russian tomato? I never had but I love heirloom varieties of vegetable and so spent the summer watching these gargantuan tomatoes growing, all the while wondering if we’d ever get to try them. This morning, we had the first one. Black Russians are large, often misshapen tomatoes, renowned for their juiciness. The plants need serious, heavy-duty staking because of the sheer weight of the fruit. Some of them have made me think of giant, overstuffed pin cushions. This one wasn’t even the biggest, or even close to being the misshapen.
But the taste was the real surprise. I’m fussy about tomatoes. I don’t eat (raw at least) shop bought tomatoes. I like them really, really ripe and out of someone’s home garden and that’s about it. Until I grew tomatoes myself, I never really got what they were about. But these Black Russians have taken my appreciation, in one meal, to a whole new level. The flavour! The juice! We had slices on turkish bread with ham and salt flakes for breakfast this morning.
On my day off on Tuesday, I got my hair done. The grey roots were so bad that even Sean was saying ‘I think you need a hair appointment!’ (note: he says this not because he gives a toss about my grey roots but because he knows I do!). I think I’m going a little lighter every time.
It was also this season’s first outing of my Shiraz cardigan. I’m so glad I worked hard at the end of last winter so it’d be ready for the start of this one. Oh how I love wearing Cascade 220!
And finally, we visited Alice last weekend. Her parents have installed a hammock on the back deck (just in time for winter…go figure!). I didn’t realise until I took this photo that Alice’s outfit looked fabulous against the purple and orange fabric. She looked up from playing with the iPhone just long enough to answer my question, which was ‘who’s a cheeky monkey?’ She pointed at herself.
It’s good to be self aware, Alice!
That wraps up my week. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m determined to finish my second Featherweight sleeve in the next twenty four hours. Wish me much speed!
Have a good weekend everyone!