This Is Not a Cat Blog

Contrary to what you may think, this blog was not set up in order for me to witter on endlessly about my cats and their various ailments or traits. It's time for a break from them now, unless some dramatic event or downturn happens along. Instead, I shall endeavour to demonstrate that, occasionally, very occasionally, there is intelligent life going on in here, and that my life consists of more and deeper things than baking, pets and getting my boots on all wrong.

So, what to write about? The new camera I have just ordered, or the question of why take photos at all? The conflict between seeing and experiencing, using just your eyes and mind, before moving on to the next moment, and the freezing of the selected moment, cutting off and isolating the experience from its time?

Or shall I just post a picture of my new camera and let you have intelligent thoughts about it? Right, I'll do that. I can read those thoughts already: "Ooh, shiny!"; "She's still going to take blurry pictures with that"; "What on earth was she talking about?"; " Aaaww, where have the cute cat stories gone?"

For those of you who liked the cat bits, I'll take photos of the cats with my new camera. Voila, conflict resolved.

Feels like Spring!

But it isn't....it could turn nasty again at any moment. Our walk through the park was lovely, but a bit too long, and my feet felt very old before we had got up the last steep hill to home and a cup of tea. Because I had left my specs in the house, some of my pictures came out a bit blurred - again. I do this all the time. My son once asked in exasperation "How do you manage to get worse with practice?" The answer is, I don't know, but I definitely do. Maybe a class for duffers with over-ambitious cameras might help, although my fear is that it would be full of chaps who spoke fluent Technical Jargon. Oh for the good old days....you knew where you were with a Box Brownie....

On the comforting side, my tray of lemon drizzle cake turned out very well again (hurray, new oven!) and the house smells very nice. Sadly, none of this cake is for me. I need to fit into my summer trousers by the end of March for my trip to sunny Australia, so I am fattening up my friends instead of myself. They protest, but they give in eventually. Mwahahaha!