My intention to go into town today was thwarted by getting up and discovering a heavy fog was upon us. I’d been waiting for a heavy fog to go down to the old graveyard and do a photo shoot, so that’s what I did. And by the time I was done, my feet and shoes were completely soaked, so I ended up coming home, putting my shoes in the dryer, and wrapping Christmas presents. I have a bunch more to wrap. It seems like there was some period of time in my life when I enjoyed doing this more than I’m enjoying it right now, but I think that must be a false memory. :)
I outlined my game plan for the Chance series (which, in an ideal world, will be 48 issues long) to somebody who doesn’t know me well and got,
“Uh, not TOO ambitious for yer first time out, eh? “I’ll fly the plane, drive the tank and take on the whole football team simultaneously, sir!””
as a response.
I thought that was very, very funny. :)
miles to Dunharrow: 11
How very Kit-like!
Heehee. Beware the Kit!
Nobody warned you about fog in Ireland being wet?
I suppose in Alaska it would have been dry as everything would have been frozen.
Did you get any good photos or did you just give up in disgust at the wet feet?
I didn’t have any more sensible shoes to wear. :) I did get some good photos! They’ll be up on kitsnaps soon, or at least coming to you on a daily basis. :)
For an excursion to a graveyard on a cold, frosty, foggy day in ireland I would suggest a pair of thick woolly socks, a pair of wellington boots (one full size bigger that normal shoe size), multiple layers of jumper and a woolly hat.
I would also suggest some baggy trousers which would not be very stylish, but would keep one warm.
I look forward to seeing the art for which you suffered.
(Actually, your posting gives me more ideas for the art I’m preparing for you.)
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