I have to confess that, so far, I've done diddly squat in editing wedding photos. And about the same in preparing for the BAS due next week. And about paying this month's bills. This week I am in denial, or perhaps recovery from the adventures of two weekends in a row. Next week, my butt will be in this darned office chair and I will be looking for excuses to do laundry or, heaven forbid, bake a cake or something.
In the spirit of procrastination, yesterday I decided to cut some flowers, after my much neglected Iceberg rose came back to good health after getting a hefty feed of cow poop from the cattle yards. Multi vitamins for roses, would could say. I dragged grandma's crystal vase out of the cupboard in which to house them, and then, they looked so pretty, and the light outside was so good, I had to pick up my camera.
The sunset in winter up here is so much milder and gives such great light. Summer? Its just burny and harsh, and the sunset colours are different. Its only at this time of year that we get these colours....
taken from my favourite spot, near the clothes line (of course!) I should show you how dodgy this old fence is one day...we do "rustic" well. Its a pity "rustic" feels more like "falling down and needs fixing" when it belongs to you!