*sigh*

I am imagining lying in a down-filled hammock on an autumn day in the Punjabi foothills.
I have just eaten lunch; a boy holds a salver of fresh figs sparkling with brown sugar.
In the valley below they are burning rafts of crisp golden tobacco leaves....the lightly scented, blue tinted smoke drifts upwards in curling tendrils towards me.......



Firefox even has a picture of it, more or less, taken by a recalcitrant ex-smoker no doubt.
Unlike moi.

Circuit's Close-Up

Theses are from pretty ordinary action snaps of the cat playing with his favourite bit of rubber. I just cropped them down, sharpened, and turned up mid- and low-tones a bit.

I have a canvas pretty much ready to start painting. Its likely to take a month or so this time, and I've sort of been cantering around it the last few days ready for the off.
Can't seem quite to decide to start.

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fidget, procrastinate,

I STILL haven't started work - also my Friends Page seems to be full of SQUEALS of different sorts today eg total hilarity on void501's page, a horrid memory invoked on vampyresheep's and a startling military noise from demondaz's that I had to dive across the room to turn down.

I am too limp to work now.

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scrubber

Bollocks, i mean Sod it--I have just had to scrub out half the charcoal on that canvas---suddenly realised all the imagery was OBVIOUSLY sexual!
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