A Swiss heron on the shores of Lake Zurich takes a bow as picture of the day, courtesy of the husband of Dropscone’s niece Hilary.
Once again, the weather in the picture of the day couldn’t have been further away from yet another dismal day here. The one redeeming feature is that it is far from chilly but this only serves to annoy me more because my obstinate cold is very slow in making its departure. It was better today so I hope that if it stops raining tomorrow, I might sneak out for a very short, very gentle pedal.
In spite of the 35 extra seconds of daylight today, the light was still rotten and even staring out of the kitchen window wasn’t much fun. You could just see a bird or two of you peered carefully.
This meant that I had plenty of time to read the helpful books on landscape photography that my children had given me for Christmas. One of the books is a useful primer, one is a coffee table book book of prizewinning landscape photos and one is a series of essays on the intellectual and artistic basis for landscape photography. As a result of reading this third book, I have learned that almost the worst sin that a would be landscape photographer can do is to take recognisable pictures of landscapes. Hm. The other books lead to necessary expenditure. Hm again.
Still, all the books are packed with good ideas and inspiration so all that is needed now is hours of practice and a few days of good weather. Don’t hold your breath.
The day brightened up a fraction…
…but not enough to catch a really good flying shot. I had to stick close to the feeder where the birds slow down..
There were the usual scenes of domestic violence…
…and desperate footwork.
In fact, for a moment after a light lunch (turkey patties) the day looked promising enough for me to get my shoes on for a walk. Then it started to rain of course so I went back to reading. Mrs Tootlepedal was out in her coat in the garden, testing out the metal detector. She found a number of interesting items but has yet to uncover the Roman treasure which she knows lies under our soil. ‘Dum spiro, spero’ is her Latin motto.
Alistair and Clare drove off to Glasgow on their way to a New Year in Ireland and Mrs Tootlepedal and I were left on our own. The house seemed very quiet.
Tomorrow the daylight is going to be 43 seconds longer than today. I can hardly control my wild enthusiasm.
I did find a flying bird though so the day can’t have been totally bad.