Friday, June 30, 2006
Apparently my surfaces cannot be defined in single dimensions, I am hugely more complicated (x1.333) than this. Hence, it appears that my journey around the Tamar may not have an end. This is a fractal rock with sand grains. Harriet however is simply fractious (x 1.67).
.... I don't think this is the Tamar, it was wider and saltier. This is an unusual photo, we are all running away from a strange man with no shoes on, he had just been to some early morning dog retraining (EMDR) training (aka CPD civilising pooches day). He had learnt so much he was powerpoint perfect (note movement of arm and leg) and we responded immediately by having a flashpack. Great stuff.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
This is a picture of the church in Stoke Climsland, next door to the old school and in the background Kit Hill. This is the golden light for which Cornwall is famous, it is very soft, and suffuses things rather than illuminates them, and is very hard to capture on film, although it was often caught very well by the Newlyn (especially the naughty Mr Tuke) and St Ives painters.
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
nor are we hot on grasses, but this red grass grows extensively in the meadows in Greenscoombe woods, princess H in background for colour control, plus some Cornish bladderseed, and a little patch of yellow slender St John's wort.
Monday, June 26, 2006
well, just one more little picture of little me. Watch out lurchers of Sampford Spiney (near Tavistock), I'm on my way. Meet me at the lurcher show there at 2pm Sunday, 2nd July, where I will be doing pawgraphs and photocalls. Spot (or Fourth as I like to call him now) may be in attendence.
(admin note:- notes reluctantly taken by dictation from princess H)
Saturday, June 24, 2006
well, it was an enormous show with folks from all over the place and the world Luckett, Liskeard, Callington, Trebinthar, Tresinthat, Tredunit, America and Croydon. I came first in everything except the pairs where Spot let us down by being black and spotty, although he did come fourth in the crossbreeds (only just I thought) and then it was me FIRST, FIRST, FIRST and BEST BEST, now I'm off for a bit of spar therapy and to do my claws, Dad where's my mirror? love you all, kisses
Harriet the BEST
Harriet, who you can see here wearing her best of show rosette came first in best crossbreed, first in best dog or bitch over 20", first in best movement in 20" and over, and BEST IN SHOW (best of all the bests) !!!!!
In fact I have agreed to record a few words from her (she can't read or write) so that she can speak for herself.
....It was very sunny and warm today and I was planning not to put paw to keyboard at all but Mum took us to the Callington Horse show at Golberdon. I came FOURTH in a huge class for best crossbreed, and then, later, FOURTH in best pairs with young Harriet. Harriet did quite well too.
Friday, June 23, 2006
which causes us to reflect on the quarry lake. What is it about reflections that soothes the eye? The reflection seems more interesting than the reality.
Perhaps reality is a pale reflection of some higher canine dimension casting its shadow in this space, each reflection becoming less material than its predecessor.
Is this Spot I see before me real or not? Am I the result of the collision between two multi dimensional dogbranes? Should I have a nap now or later?
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Spot finds villanelles tough but terzanelles ...
thanks for stimulating his interest.
I saw a dappled fish gleaming
To leap and take the fly
And fall back to waters teaming
To disappear beneath the silver sky
Full of life and dreaming
To leap and take the fly
Swifts arrow in, and screaming,
To touch the water with a sigh
Full of life and dreaming,
As willows watch the running by,
Waiting as they always do
To touch the water with a sigh,
Their roots contorted so, to
Touch the earth, absorb, or die
Waiting as they always do.
Of this I know not the meaning
Except our time is short and so I
Touch the Earth, absorb or die,
And fall back to waters teaming.
Spot, one I wrote today
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
this is sister Meg who came down from London to see us. She is very like Mattie, but with an even smoother coat. Mum immediately gave her her sound thrashing, presumably on the basis that all her daughters need keeping in their place. She was very taken with me, which is not surprising. Someone told me today that lurcher is from the romany for thief, can this be true? I know we are good at removing things from the kitchen but this is more by way of snacking.
Monday, June 19, 2006
There are 1000's of orchids in this ancient unspoilt grassland meadow in St Annes Chapel. It was open on Sunday, as it is at weekends through June (check through the link to the wildlife trust) and five species were out , the lesser and greater butterfly orchids, southern marsh orchids, heath spotted and common spotted orchids, and seemingly a lot of hybrids.
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Friday, June 16, 2006
an elver from the Inny, recently died. Its mouth is designed for sucking the life juices out of things, a bit like some of the humans Dad has to put up with. Dogs are more straightforward I think, once we are your friend we are your friend. It is strange how humans have come to dominate the planet, the one consolation is that their hegemony will not last forever. For example, why put a tax on rubbish in the full and certain knowledge that all that will happen is that it will be dumped in our living space. Presumably at some point there will be no space left between the rising sea and the rubbish dumps.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Devon from the top of the ridge (dark and brooding Cornwall overlooking sunny Devon). On the other side of this steep coombe is the site of a hill fort. The map of 1816 shows it very clearly but there seems to be nothing left now.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Sunday, June 11, 2006
the butterfly orchids have reappeared, lesser at the top, and greater butterfly orchid below. In fact close up the flowers are quite different apart from the pollen masses. And the lesser had a beautiful gentle fragrance today.
Saturday, June 10, 2006
flag iris:-this is an exotic but common plant of marshy places, but very bright and jolly when we see it.
In ancient Greece, Iris was the goddess of rainbows which is why people say my eyes are like pools of liquid (as opposed to solid) diesel.
not Sir DA, but unmistakeable nevertheless. They are very shy and secretive and it is the only Jay the boss has ever seen feeding at the bird table. Maybe the news is getting around the OH is a very good spot for a bird's day out. Earlier today, down on the Inny by Beal's Mill we saw the next chap/ess dipping its wing and catching gnats, sand martin? swift?