This Is Not A Post

... on account of how the four-day weekend seems to have shut down every last facsimile of brain in my skull, leaving me just enough to read, play computer games, drink and cook huge meals (roast chikkin and a multitude of veg. for the jo&stv, also muchly booze and hilarity), but precious little in the way of coherent sentence formation. Instead, this is a sort of postcard. More dusky mountain shots.



The dawn/dusk setting on this camera is purple. Extremely purple. Be the evening never so red and gold, it'll record it as purple. I think it's a frustrated poet of the more torrid and indigo sort. Anyway, this shot courtesy of pulling up a red traffic light on the way to a supper date and saying to the Evil Landlord, who was driving, "aarghquickwindowquickgivemefullwindow!" while scrabbling in my handbag for my camera. (His automatic window controls are broken and can only be operated by the driver, usually to the accompaniment of manic, Evil Overlordian laughter. Never give full control to a German). The evening was sort of blue/grey, but the camera, despite the overly purple wash, has the soft, teased solidity of the cloud formations absolutely correct.