Thursday 11 February 2010

Cold and Bright

Today was bitterly cold in the morning - but by the time I was coming home from work there was real warmth in the sunshine.
The photo of James Joyce Bridge was taken on the way to work.

The one of the lamp-post and rooftops was taken on the way home.

Next week is another busy week till Friday - I hope nothing comes up to make it any busier than it already is.
I ordered a new lens for my camera. Despite adverse weather conditions in Kentucky this morning, it's now arrived in Germany. Please Mr UPS, deliver it in the afternoon and not in the morning, whether it's tomorrow or Monday.
p.s. Elisa - as far as the colours of the water marks go, it was a matter of the sunshine enhancing them. The greens are always there, and sometimes a sort of purple - but on a dull day they just make you think of heather-covered mountains on a cloudy day. It's amazing the difference a bit of sunshine makes.

Wednesday 10 February 2010

Cold, Light and Refreshing

In chronological order, I snapped the empty Coors bottle the last weekend in January, when I was walking down to get the paper and whatever else.

Just last week the ad on the hoarding opposite my bus stop in town changed from one for Volkswagen to this one for Coors...

The lamp post photo was taken yesterday. I took a lift to the dentist with C. He was always going to let me off a bit before the dentist, so that it would be easier for him to turn and get back in to work himself without being too much later than normal. As we left a bit earlier than called for in Plan A, I got off the bike at the Leinster Road junction, and walked on out to Terenure crossroads. I noticed this lamp post somewhere along the way, and had time to stop and take a quick picture.

Tuesday 9 February 2010

Embroidery

Cindy's MMTPT challenge this week took us to Provence. I haven't been in Provence for 30 years, so I am very glad of a chance to revisit some of my memories. In fact, just last week I received in the post a large B&W photo of the house I stayed in - sadly it was a letter to say that the daughter of the family had died. I remember her as a sunny, happy young child. (It was evident that Irish postal workers don't understand that "Priez de ne pas plier" means Please do not bend, but luckily I retrieved it from the post box within a few minutes of it having been stuffed in.
I am planning to make a card with an iris on it for the challenge.
This iris embroidery is one I did about ten years ago, buying all the vast  and expensive amount of cotton it needed with a gift-voucher I received after making the bridesmaids' dresses for a friend's wedding.
Normally when I take an embroidery to be framed, the conversation runs along these lines.
Framer - do you want non-reflective glass in that?
Me - I don't want any glass at all.
Framer - but you need glass to protect it.
Me - I don't want glass, I don't like it with embroideries.
Framer - are you really sure you don't want glass?
Me - yes, I am really sure.
This is the only embroidery that does have glass in it, so it was hard to get a really good picture - along with the fact that it's a dull, cold grey day.

These close-ups are from a Tree of Life embroidery which I had framed as a fire-screen. Despite having no glass, and many years of getting up-close and personal attention from small toddlers and older kids, it's only just getting to the point where I feel I need to take it out of the frame and give it a wash.
















 
 

Saturday 6 February 2010

Caught Peanut-Pawed

C was out for a motorbike run this morning, but it was so foggy that they called it a day after they'd had a short run to Blessington and stopped for breakfast.  So I went out to open the back gate shortly before I expected him back, and spotted the grey squirrel. I dashed upstairs to get my camera and he was still there when I got back. The first picture is taken through two windows, so it's a bit hazy. I managed to get the back door open without totally startling him, but after a minute sitting on the wall, then he made a dash for it. The other day C saw him running along under the fascia board on the shed, and was worried that he might have a little tunnel into the shed. But I think he just uses it as a safe, sheltered run to get to the back wall and into the trees again.
If it's just one squirrel, I don't mind a few nuts here and there, but if he keeps on stealing the fat-balls, I'll have to start investigating the more expensive so-called squirrel-proof feeders.



Friday 5 February 2010

Bridge over Liffey Waters

After a week of wet, dark, grey mornings, today was bright and sunny - so I tucked my big camera into my bag before work, as I knew it would be fairly low tide when I was walking along the river. Not a duck, not a heron - not even a seagull! But I liked the colours on these supporting pillars from the different water levels.
If I have time over the weekend I'll try to find a photo of one of the bridges in Paris which has a sculpture carved on it, which is used as a gauge of high water levels...






















Wednesday 3 February 2010

Flying Visit

And I thought this week was going to be less busy than last! What gave me that impression, I wonder.
These photos do not bear much enlarging, but just for a change from birds on the feeders or the wall...Because of the grey overcast day I had to use a high ISO setting to be able to get any photos at all, and this is my full zoom as far as it will go, so they are a bit grainier than I would like.
Blue Tit
 
 Coal Tit


They are singing so loudly at the moment, it amazes me to stand in the back garden and listen to the volume and variety of sound coming from these tiny birds.
They are perched in  tall trees which grow between the end of our garden and the railway station - I can see the tips of them through my skylight.

Monday 1 February 2010

After Double Trouble - Two's Company


I was sowing some sweet-pea seeds in pots this morning, camera handy:
 
  
It had been a lovely sunny morning, but by the time I walked down to get some meat and vegetables for the week, it was dark and overcast.
Very atmospheric for capturing this crow perched like a weathercock on  a steeple - or an angel on a Christmas tree!

 
 

Unfortunately not so good for trying to take a picture of some little long-tailed tits I spotted in another tree. They were making such a loud noise for such tiny birds - I was looking for something much bigger. I've only ever seen them once before, in my aunt's garden. But some years back I did an embroidery with long-tailed tits on it, so I have no difficulty recognising them.


We had this lovely warming carrot and cumin soup over the weekend. It's meant to be blended till smooth, but C prefers his soups to have some solid content, so I just pulsed it in the blender till it was only partially liquidised.
Carrot and Cumin Soup - serves 4

3 tblsp butter1 onion,
1 clove garlic
2 large or 3 medium carrots
2 sticks celery
1 medium potato
1 tsp ground cumin
1 tblsp tomato paste
3 bay leaves (I like my bay - you could just use 2)
2 tsp lemon juice
1 1/2 Imperial pints of water or stock - 3 3/4 US cups
1/2 Imperial pint skimmed milk 1 1/4 US cups (I use full fat, as it's all we have in the house)

salt and pepper.

Melt the butter, gently fry the chopped onion and crushed garlic for a couple of minutes.
Add the chopped carrots, celery and potato and fry gently for about 5  minutes.
Stir in the cumin and fry for a minute.
Add the tomato paste, water, bay leaves and lemon juice, and cook for at least half an hour to forty minutes till vegetables are tender.
Blend to suit the texture you like, add the milk, season to taste and heat just to boiling point.
It's meant to be garnished with chopped celery leaves, but the way celery is sold here, there aren't really any leaves worth talking about - so use parsley or chives, or whatever...
If you're going to blend it till smooth, then obviously you don't need to go to much trouble chopping the vegetables too finely in the first place.

Sunday 31 January 2010

Double Trouble

These are heading off in the post tomorrow - I was knitting away madly during any breaks in our training last week, so as to get them finished. It surprises me every time how much knitting there is in a hat, and with this beng a brioche rib, while extra stretchy and extra warm, is also extra slow!


The cards were made back in November for a Limited Supplies Challenge on SCS to make two cards using the same image and colours but different layouts. I knew they would be perfect for Esther and Victoria, who are 7 this week. And goodness I am glad I wasn't rushing to try get two cards made today.

Saturday 30 January 2010

Jack's Drinking Hole

I have a soft spot for jackdaws. We had a pet one, Socrates, for about fifteen years. He fell down the chimney in the school where my dad taught when he was just a chick, and by the time he was fledged, he was too used to people - and cats - to release into the wild. Some of the cats used to drape themselves over the top of his cage. His favourite food was mashed hardboiled egg. For a few weeks one summer we had a young seagull, Gulliver, who was brought to us by one of Dad's students, with a broken wing. He stayed in a large cage in the garden, living happily on a diet of tinned sardines, and never got all that tame, so releasing him back on the beach where he was found was no problem once his wing had healed up.
Today was such a bright, sunny (and frosty) day that when I walked down to get the paper and vegetables in the morning, I took my big camera, and spotted this jackdaw up in the tree. While I watched, he flew down to the bole of the tree, and started drinking away from some water which had gathered in a little hollow.
Then we went to the library - by a lovely coincidence someone who responded to my Freecycle offer of a bag of wool runs a toddler group there on Saturday mornings, and our books were due for returning by today at the latest.













 

 


 

Friday 29 January 2010

Busy week

We had training in work this week - 8.30 for breakfast, 9 to 5 for two days. I took a lift in the mornings with C - it meant he dropped me off way too early; but the option was to leave the house before him and still only arrive at about quarter to nine, if the experiences of other people living along the same bus routes was anything to go by. The first morning I walked to fill in time. Yesterday there was more of a sunrise (usually I just see these from the bus, and by the time I get into town the glorious colours have faded), so I snapped this picture from the bridge at Heuston Station.

The photo challenge on Splitcoast this week was things beginning with P, which presented me with a plethora of possibilities.
Here's a sampler:

 Post Office on Earlsfort Terrace














Pedestrian Walkway
or Parallel Lines
















Pots of Pink Paint
 

Pipes