Pretty much the same walk, different impressions:-
plenty more edge weeds - pineapple weed, hawkweed, ribwort, nettles, dock, tansy, oh lots of others - but less obvious now than before, perhaps because there are more flowers everywhere;
a fabulously cobalt blue building to make your eyes ache (I'm sure it wasn't blue before) but with a soft, powdery feel that made it seem wrapped in felt or velvet, or perhaps sprayed with bright blue flock;
lots of net curtains. I always want to try to draw them, but definitely from a photo - I shan't be camping out with a sketchbook outside someone's front window;
A thick-looking curtain, surely made from some heavyweight, dull-coloured cotton, with an interesting tear in it - but on (slightly) closer inspection (neither am I approaching people's front windows to peer in) it seemed instead to be an ancient net curtain, dense with dust;
a tomato plant, heavy with ripe fruit. on someone's front windowsill;
half of the final page of a chapter or a paperback book - with books on my mind at the moment, after the fair, I almost collected it with the intention of seeing what it might lead to, but I decided not to - surely there will be other discarded half-pages from books in the future?
pansies, though very dainty so maybe violas, (and, later along the street, roses) so pure a white that they surely glowed at night;
surprisingly quiet seagulls;
jackdaws squabbling mightily;
a little arch under the railway line, filled with jungly growth and looking very inviting and interesting (but I know it isn't really);
acid green (something like hedge lonicera) with dark red (japanese maple). The shapes (plain oval against deeply cut) also contrasted nicely;
when I got back home, the wild roses in the garden were looking pretty picturesque too (thankyou to the birds that presumably planted them). It could almost be summer, with just a little more sunshine.
plenty more edge weeds - pineapple weed, hawkweed, ribwort, nettles, dock, tansy, oh lots of others - but less obvious now than before, perhaps because there are more flowers everywhere;
a fabulously cobalt blue building to make your eyes ache (I'm sure it wasn't blue before) but with a soft, powdery feel that made it seem wrapped in felt or velvet, or perhaps sprayed with bright blue flock;
lots of net curtains. I always want to try to draw them, but definitely from a photo - I shan't be camping out with a sketchbook outside someone's front window;
A thick-looking curtain, surely made from some heavyweight, dull-coloured cotton, with an interesting tear in it - but on (slightly) closer inspection (neither am I approaching people's front windows to peer in) it seemed instead to be an ancient net curtain, dense with dust;
a tomato plant, heavy with ripe fruit. on someone's front windowsill;
half of the final page of a chapter or a paperback book - with books on my mind at the moment, after the fair, I almost collected it with the intention of seeing what it might lead to, but I decided not to - surely there will be other discarded half-pages from books in the future?
pansies, though very dainty so maybe violas, (and, later along the street, roses) so pure a white that they surely glowed at night;
surprisingly quiet seagulls;
jackdaws squabbling mightily;
a little arch under the railway line, filled with jungly growth and looking very inviting and interesting (but I know it isn't really);
acid green (something like hedge lonicera) with dark red (japanese maple). The shapes (plain oval against deeply cut) also contrasted nicely;
when I got back home, the wild roses in the garden were looking pretty picturesque too (thankyou to the birds that presumably planted them). It could almost be summer, with just a little more sunshine.
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