behind bars

them bones, them bones ....

Dear Sheddists,

you are now looking at what potentially are the most expensive photos you will ever see posted on my humble blog.

Jethro, the springer spaniel, went to bed perfectly healthy on Saturday night a fortnight ago having enjoyed his customary morning explosion of energy in our local park. Not so come Sunday when we awoke to discover a rather subdued young dog holding up a front paw pathetically and hobbling like a disjointed Zimmer-frame across the kitchen-floor.

It had to be Sunday of course. So after a trip to the emergency vet, the administration of a general anesthetic, the multiple x-raying of the damaged limb and the prescription of an anti-inflammatory we emerged blinking into the early evening sun reunited with our darling dog but parted from a significant portion of our current account.

Oh well, if nothing else I can at least enjoy the photos!

Yours as ever,

electrofried(mr)

photography class begins ...

Dear Sheddists,

the second course I've enrolled on at my local Arts Centre is photography.  I have a few moments to kill following the end of the creative writing session and I use it to get out into the adjoining park and take one or two quick snaps.

I admire the Swan Lake boats, spot a lonely kite caught in a tree, stop to chat with a fisherman just on his way home and get caught up in a keep-fit class.

And so onto the class, and it's even better than the creative writing session.  The tutor is fantastic. She has a wicked sense of humour and a great gift for engaging everyone from the outset.

Our first task of the course is to take just one photo in the allotted ten minutes. Unsurprisingly I make off to the bar and order a swift pint poured by the patient Steve pictured opposite. A result - on two counts! Suitably refreshed I rejoin the rest of the class, pint in hand.

Can't wait until next week!

Best regards,

electrofried(mr)