A Sunday afternoon spent here.
Came home and took some very non-arty farty photos. Great for inspiration though. I may well have to crack open the pencils again. Not to draw with, but for shavings. It’s my secret fetish.
Garden roses, very old and now dug up – yes I’m that ruthless. They came with the house, along with a weavil infestation and dry rot. Sometimes you need faded flowers in subtle shades, rather than perfection. Faded beauties. Glorious.