tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54541986621559032632024-03-14T06:17:42.891+00:00Indigo RothThe brainfarts of Indigo Roth, the noted masterspy and surrealist. Initially a blog to archive his Twitter feed, it quickly became a "Director's Cut" commentary of his thoughts on everything, while remaining solidly apropos of nothing. Some say this is therapy, others that it's an expression of zeitgeist. Still more are of the opinion that it's crap, yet still they read it. Those in the know are certain that SOME of it is true. The author would simply be pleased for you to read it.Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.comBlogger274125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-73460972175979108482017-07-25T10:06:00.000+01:002017-07-25T10:06:17.490+01:00More Breaking Than EnteringI love exploring.<br />
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The black square of the open attic hatchway gazes down on me. It sighs cold air my way, frustrated to be stirred this early on a Sunday. The chilly breath finds its way down inside my shirt as I stand at the foot of the metal ladder.<br />
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I wonder what's up there?<br />
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<span style="color: #bc009a;">Five minutes ago</span>, I listen to the complaints of ageing glosswork as I apply leverage to the painted-shut hatch. The heavy screwdriver–discovered in a kitchen drawer, but too wide for any fixture I've come across–seems well-suited to the task. I twist its heavy handle, and the wooden frame flexes and begins to splinter; it looks like I’ll need to work my round the square, else I'll be doing more breaking than entering.<br />
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I wiggle the tool free, choose a new spot, and thump it into the sealed crack.<br />
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<span style="color: #bc009a;">Back in the now, </span>my shoulders covered with a dandruff of paint shards, I poke my head up into the attic. I can now hear the wind outside through the tiles, but no light makes it past them. And again, the cold strikes me, tho I detect no damp or moisture in the smell of the place. As I look about, unable to see anything beyond the few inches illuminated from below, I pick out the familiar odour of old newspapers.<br />
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So far, no surprises. Emboldened, I thump up a few more steps and stand, my hands tracing a circle around me as I search for an upright. I curse as my wrist finds one, and proceed to fumble up and down the treacherous sawn edges of the wood for a light switch.<br />
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My shredded fingertips find a control, and I flick it hopefully.<br />
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A conical lampshade lights up above an antique table in the centre of the attic. The light from the bulb is surprisingly clean and constant, and picks out tall piles of yellowing newspapers on all sides before being swallowed by the darkness. I can't see the corners of the room, but I know they're equally full of old newsprint.<br />
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Something sits at the centre of the table, but I can't make it out from over here. Intrigued, I step up and tread the old bare boards for the first time; they move beneath me, but are quiet. The newspapers slumber on as I amble over to the table, emerging into the circle of light. I expect the small, square table to be dusty. It's not; the dark lacquered wood could have been cleaned this morning.<br />
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In the middle of the immaculate table is a small box covered in lace. The decoration is delicate and intricate, a complex asymmetrical pattern that must have been tricky to weave.<br />
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None of this makes any sense.<br />
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As I pick up the shallow box–my hands bright in the overhead lamp's beam–the outside feels sticky to the touch. Dry, but sticky. I draw it closer, and see the faint seam of a lid, and feel hinges on its back edge. I flip the lid up. It's reluctant, and to my surprise the lace shell stretches across the opening.<br />
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I frown. It's not lace.<br />
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It's covered in cobwebs.<br />
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Instinctively, I drop the box, and the cobweb disintegrates as it hits the table. Something small and metal drops onto the lacquered surface, bouncing once.<br />
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I glance about, unnerved. The dark attic gazes back, indifferent.<br />
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The light flickers momentarily as I reach for the shiny object, and I snatch my hand back. I laugh quietly, chiding myself, tho my heart continues to pound.<br />
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Nerves.<br />
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I reach and pick the whistle from the table. It's slim and perhaps three inches long. I turn it over in my hand, seeking markings; there's nothing there, and no corrosion or blemish. And there's no room for a pea in it, like there would be in a sports whistle.<br />
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Is this a dog whistle?<br />
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I raise it to my lips and give it a blow.<br />
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It's silent.<br />
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I blow it again, harder this time.<br />
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And from the corners of the room, there is movement. Scratching replies, a faint tearing of thin newsprint, as many coordinated legs stretch and find purchase.<br />
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An arachnid scrabbling of creatures awakening, responding to my call.<br />
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No, not a <i>dog</i> whistle.<br />
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I love exploring.<br />
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But sometimes you have to leave places alone.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009-2014</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-48487861585388997672017-07-21T10:51:00.002+01:002017-07-21T10:51:36.231+01:00An Outbreak of Sea FeverI must go down to the bins again, to the lonely bins by the shed,<br />
Where a genius friend nails sky-tall tasks, a foil hat on his head,<br />
While an engineer with square and tape, his briar pipe inching smoke,<br />
Sees badgers jape in tights and cape, hiding things they've broke.<br />
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I must call in on Abbey soon, and bring her back for tea,<br />
With sausage rolls and über-eclairs, plus a slice of 'za for me,<br />
While a big black bear, his pinkie raised, and an elephant in a coat,<br />
Scold a scoundrel lion in stolen tie, as he shares an anecdote.<br />
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I must be lucky in this life, to be right here right now,<br />
Surrounded by the best of folk, and never knowing how,<br />
For all I ask is a comfy seat, and the company of good friends,<br />
And all the pizza I can eat, until this fine day ends.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">With apologies to John Masefield (1878 – 1967)</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-85886573796797559472015-07-07T12:11:00.004+01:002015-07-07T12:18:52.522+01:00Thanking Clouds In Earnest<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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I love the Summer, but I think we had ours last week. A frantic five days of insane temperatures and humidity (for the UK, that is), and now we're back to wind and rain. Tho obviously, as the season dictates, the rain is lovely and warm. </div>
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A lovely view along Norton Common in Letchworth Garden City, Hertfordshire. I used to live near here a few years back, and I don't think the sky has changed much since. Still, I'm loving the daisies. </div>
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Better weather a few days later as I headed into Norfolk to see my good buds Zoe and Roses. I forget where this windmill is, but it posed beautifully, and didn't wave its arms about too much. It could have done with a lick of paint, mind, but I was on a schedule and didn't want to be late for dinner. </div>
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Several months ago, I posted some nice shots of the red-leafed Virginia Creeper on Zoe's house. Between seasons, it returns to this. Not as beautiful, but very striking, especially against the red brickwork. Remember the triffids? </div>
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I have a bit of a thing for wind turbines. I know a lot of folk don't, and perhaps I wouldn't want one on my doorstep, but they make for nice photographic subjects. </div>
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This is the magnificent front elevation of Ely Cathedral. I spend a lot of time there these days with the frankly gorgeous Lisa; an evening walk round the town is something very special, especially with my beloved for company. I'd like to thank the clouds for their cooperation. </div>
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Tick-Tock goes the Cathedral clock. A portion of the front elevation. The long lens did its job. </div>
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The Octagon Tower at the rear of the Cathedral. It's really quite something, but sadly I'm too, erm, "muscular and manly"<span style="color: magenta;">*</span> to climb the tiny wee staircase to take in the view from its roof. </div>
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[ <span style="color: magenta;">*</span> Not a euphemism for "fat". No way. *looks shifty* ]</div>
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The Cathedral does have a habit of looming from certain angles. This may be one of them. Beautiful, nonetheless. </div>
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Closer to home, the River Ouse. The skies were having to chase me to keep up, mind. </div>
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To finish, perhaps nature's finest gentle creature, the humble cow. It's the eyes, I think? This one chewed cud contemplatively as I snapped it from the car. Just stood there. As soon as I pulled away, it returned to breakdancing. </div>
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These are what the boffins in Edinburgh call <i>clouds</i>.<br />
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As I crossed the border into Scotland, this rugged expanse invited me to the side of the road and asked - quite politely may I say - to be photographed. I was happy to comply. Blue sea in Scotland is a rare beast, as it is only possible under sunshine.<br />
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It then rained a lot, which felt more usual. However, the following day we drove north to Falkirk, a upwardly mobile city that has recently become home to The Kelpies, a pair of magnificent statues. I knew nothing about these, but they were gobsmackingly gorgeous.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;">But what is a Kelpie, Roth?</span> I hear you ask. They're part of Scottish folklore, water spirits that take the form of horses. Traditionally, Kelpies are pretty unpleasant inhabitants of Scottish lochs, but these two lads (or ladies, perhaps) were quite charming. And, as you can see from the folk milling around their bases, pretty darned huge.<br />
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Each statue is an empty shell, with a superstructure supporting an array of irregular metal plates. The photos don't do these justice, as the musculature and motion of the Kelpie is suggested magnificently as you move around them. <br />
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Actually, now I come to look closer, the lad on the left looks pretty judgmental from some angles, verging on downright grumpy. But for his friend, the sky beckons the way to freedom.<br />
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Close detail of the the irregular metal plates. These are currently a year old, clean and free of damage. How these survive over time will be interesting. And as someone with no head for heights, I'm glad I won't be cleaning them.<br />
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Detail of the manes from the rear of the pair. Absolutely gorgeous design and execution are obvious from any angle, and well worth the long drive north to see them!<br />
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Okay, that's enough of the mythical loch-horses. This is a random field on the way to Aberfoyle on the edge of The Trossachs National Park. The skies were kind to us.
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A wee mountain (with snow, if you looks closely) further along the same road, near a village called Ruskie. Nope, I'm not making this up.<br />
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Deeper into the Trossachs, north of Aberfoyle, we randomly turned into a long loop that promised great views and a few lochs. It did not disappoint. Again, the weather held out, and made these beautiful long views possible.<br />
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This is Loch Drunkie! There's nothing for miles in any direction. I suspect this is as close as I'll get to the Canadian wilderness without getting on an aeroplane.<br />
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And this is Loch Achray.<br />
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The locals were pretty laconic. Here, a Scottish teenager sits and grumbles about how unfair his life is, and wonders why he was born with horns.<br />
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My hosts, Gabrielle and Alistair. Lovely, lovely people. Thank you!<br />
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And this is the view from their beautiful home. I've posted pics of this before, but I loved the colours here. The sheep were indoors playing cards, I'm told. Most likely with badgers.<br />
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Are there badgers in Scotland? There are indeed. But, as they used to say on Tales of the Riverbank, that's another story.<br />
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I have no idea why I'm here.</div>
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<span style="color: #bc009a;">It's Saturday
afternoon.</span> The crowds in the outdoor shopping centre are
surprisingly heavy, perhaps summoned to spend by the sun on their skin; there's
thoughts of summer and dreams of holidays here.</div>
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The shoe shops are tapping a deep, rich vein. </div>
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I have no idea how I came to stop in this town today, or why
I'm standing here now in the middle of a busy thoroughfare, watching folk
passing obliviously to either side; I'm not drawn to crowds, and tend to do all
my shopping online. </div>
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Unlike the crowds, I'm not here to consume. </div>
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It occurs to me that I've not been to this town in a very long time.
There's no regret in the thought; I rarely do regrets. It's just an
acknowledgement that my own time and tide has held my attention elsewhere. </div>
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There is certainly a sense in me that I've been away for a
while. </div>
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I started writing again a few weeks ago after a long hiatus;
it felt like it was Time again. I'd long since abandoned any search for my
creative Mojo, content for it to head back home when it was good and
ready. </div>
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And when it did, unrepentant and mischievously grinning, it
wasn't alone. </div>
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I now find myself reading the old comic books that inspired me to
draw as a kid. I'm surprised to find the same feeling in them, to the point of picking up
bristol board and pens with thoughts about line and form and black-and-white storytelling.
I even caught myself buying paint and canvasses when I have no great
inclination or talent with either. <br />
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I'm dreaming.<br />
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And standing here right now, there's even something inspiring
about the crowds around me; the colours, the sounds, the energy, the
atmosphere. I may not be here to consume, but I'm soaking it all up. The sun
isn't hurting either; it's great to feel it on my face and in my blood.</div>
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But why am I here today?</div>
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I have no clue, but that's okay. </div>
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I set my eyes on a distant landmark, step into the crowd, and
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I know, I know. After months of silence, I've written two blog entries in a week.<br />
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There's pizza at stake. Yes, this is serious.<br />
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The water always brings me home.</div>
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I sigh as I ease myself into the hot bath water.</div>
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This is a reward, and frankly I could do with a few more of
those. </div>
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As the heat washes over me, it occurs to me that my hectic
life offers little by way of solitude. What with the constant companionship of manic
badgers, a necktie-stealing lion and my indefinable best friend Max Tunguska, a
soak in the tub may be the closest I get to being alone in an average week<span style="color: #5900bc;">*</span>. Or relaxed, even.
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[ <span style="color: #5900bc;">*</span>
Well, let's call it ten days. Hey, I shower too. ]<br />
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And it <em>is</em> relaxing in here. The
bathroom is very plain, fully tiled in white with a polished wood floor, and is
brightly lit with diffuse overhead panels. I've often thought it has a
surgical, almost <em>sterile</em> quality to it<span style="color: #5900bc;">**</span>. I did think once about killing
the lights, and dragging some candles and a boombox in here for some "salle
de bain" ambiance, but on the whole it's just my vertebrae and muscles
that need the attention. </div>
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">**</span> Stanley Kubrick filmed here once, I'm told. ]
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The old-fashioned claw-footed ceramic bath - sat squarely in
the centre of the room - isn't quite as long as I'd like (one of the few disadvantages of my height), but the water is hot and deep and I can
feel warm relaxation oozing through my body. </div>
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Time passes. </div>
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A bubble breaks the surface of the bath somewhere between my
raised knees.<br />
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And then another.<br />
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This is not unusual when I bathe, tho clearly I'm more relaxed than I thought. </div>
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But then a stream of bubbles starts to rise from the water.
I sit up slowly, experiencing an odd mixture of alarm and curiosity, as the flow
becomes more determined. Wow, it's getting pretty strong. In fact, I'm being
lifted from the bottom of the bath by the updraft! Instinct hurls me splashily over
the side in an indecorous pink streak. </div>
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Then things move quickly. </div>
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Two black furred hands appear on the edge of the tub, and a
black-and-white figure in a brightly coloured wetsuit hauls himself up to stand
where his hands had been a moment before. It's Hoth, short and heroic in a
Douglas Fairbanks kind-of-way. The boy badger reaches in to start hauling
something upwards. </div>
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At the same time, a second - and very similar - figure
vaults over the side of the bath and lands with a splash. Sollust turns immediately to
assist with the unloading of what Hoth is lugging upwards. Good grief, it's an old
pirate chest! As the pair start to manoeuvre it towards the floor, a suckered tentacle
breaks the surface and surges upwards in a spray of seawater. The limb is long,
thick and muscular; the body it's connected to must be vast! It glistens and
flexes as it explores keenly around the tub, reaching and searching for
something. </div>
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Without warning, a third figure rides heroically into view
on a second tentacle, a shorter badger in the same bright garb, and wielding
what seems to be a very heavy baseball bat. It's Dantoo. She leaps clear of the
creature and begins to set about its thrashing limbs with obvious vigour, beating
them away from her brothers as one of its tentacles finds my arm and snakes
round it. </div>
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I scream in shock and terror. </div>
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All three badgers freeze, and turn to look at me; they
hadn't realised I was here. Even the tentacles pause, confused. After an achingly-long second, the three of them nod me a trio of salutes, and return enthusiastically
to their treasure-hunting tasks. </div>
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Hoth hops down from the bath to join his brother, and the
pair of them drag the chest out through the now-open door, trailing seawater
behind them. At the same time, Dantoo's bashing of the tentacles goes up a
gear, and after a monumental blow that would have sent any ball clear out of
the park - that kid is strong, I tell you - both limbs whip back into the
water. </div>
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The girl badger hands me a large fluffy towel and races out the door,
slamming it behind her. </div>
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Time passes. </div>
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I peer into the tub cautiously, but see nothing but
bathwater. I can't help but stand back to examine under it for a moment. Yes, the clawed
feet hold the base of the tub some six inches above the floor. </div>
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I sigh wearily. This makes no sense but - once again - I'm
experiencing it.</div>
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I bet Max has got something to do with it. </div>
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My heart is still pounding, but there's a sense that the
moment of peril has passed. Casting the towel aside, I slip back into the hot
water. It's exactly as I remember it. </div>
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And in a minute, I'm dozing off. </div>
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The water brings me home, and I guess I'm not the only one. </div>
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I close my eyes and enjoy the solitude. <br />
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Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-32856629001658281602015-03-23T15:20:00.000+00:002015-03-25T18:02:13.212+00:00The Results are Generally PositiveThis entry is dedicated to my friend Lisa Chapman, who has pleasantly "encouraged" me (and ultimately bribed me) to write something new. It's been a while. Thanks Lisa!<br />
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One of the prime delights of a warm Spring day is a sit in the garden.<br />
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You know how it is: a new season, fresh air, sunshine, birdsong, and the chance to think problems through without the four walls peering over your shoulder.<br />
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All things are possible.<br />
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And so it is today.<br />
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In fact, I'm mulling over a very interesting problem right now, tho somewhat sleepily.<br />
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I'm in a recliner under the big oak tree in the back garden, enjoying the scent of blossom in the shade of noon. My eyes are closed; this helps my concentration<span style="color: #bc009a;">*</span>. Tiny motes of warm sunlight dance lazily behind my eyelids as the tree moves in the light breeze.<br />
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[ <span style="color: #bc009a;">*</span> Allegedly. It certainly helps me focus when trying to nap. ]<br />
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I sigh and embrace the moment as my mind turns the problem over...<br />
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A light tickle on my knee results in a gentle twitch from me as my ancestral memory-of-a-tail flicks a fly away. A second tickle and a stifled giggle a few moments later raises my head from the recliner as my eyes open.<br />
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My first glance takes in blonde hair, a bright dress, and a big smile.<br />
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<span style="color: #0014bc;">Hey Abbey,</span> I say, as my own smile trots into view. <span style="color: #0014bc;">It's okay, I wasn't asleep. </span> <br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">Oh, I know,</span> says my neighbour easily, stooping for a moment to admire the snowdrop and crocuses around the tree. <span style="color: #5900bc;">I'm sorry to disturb you, tho; I could see you were thinking. </span>This sounds like teasing, but I know she's not joking. I idly wonder what colour my aura was a moment ago?<br />
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<span style="color: #0014bc;">Oh, to see ourselves as others see us, </span> I sigh. She beams at this misquote of Burns. I move my shoulders to wake the muscles up and then meet her eye. <span style="color: #0014bc;">What's up?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">I was hoping I might ask a favour,</span> she says. I nod and make an affirmative noise. <span style="color: #5900bc;">Would you mind picking us up from town later? </span>She clasps her hands together in an endearing fashion. <span style="color: #5900bc;">Around four o'clock, please? </span><br />
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I frown; this might be a problem. But I juggle a handful of tasks and priorities in my head, and the results are generally positive.<br />
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<span style="color: #0014bc;">Not a problem,</span> I say, <span style="color: #0014bc;">I have one big task to do this afternoon, but I'll be done in plenty of time. </span><br />
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The problem <i>is</i> hanging over me, but I'm pretty sure I can sort it.<br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">You’re sure? </span> she asks, running her hands through her hair lightly. My mind hiccups, but I recover magnificently.<br />
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<span style="color: #0014bc;">Yes, it's to do with the car, but the lads will be helping me. </span> She nods, juggling her own thoughts; Hoth and Sollust are very competent young engineers, but she knows the boy badgers are easily distracted. <span style="color: #0014bc;">It'll be fine,</span> I reassure her. <span style="color: #0014bc;">Anyway, who's "us"?</span><br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">Oh, Dantoo and I,</span> she replies, glancing back at the house. <span style="color: #5900bc;">I've promised her a look at some lovely old folklore books in the University library. </span><br />
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Folklore? I'm intrigued. But before I can ask, Dantoo comes out of the open back door. The young girl badger strolls up from the house, carefully carrying a glass of what looks like lemon fizz. This takes a while; her black-and-white legs are only little. She presents me with the drink with a smile and raises an eyebrow. <br />
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<span style="color: #0014bc;">Thanks, </span> I say, sipping. It's sharp and cold, perfect for the day. <span style="color: #0014bc;">Mmmm, that's perfect. </span> She nods happily, and turns to tug at the hem of Abbey's print dress. As my neighbour looks down, Dantoo points at her wristwatch, a chunky thing in pastel plastic. A tilt of her head indicates the question.<br />
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Abbey nods. <span style="color: #5900bc;">Yes, Indigo will pick us up at four from the library. Do you know where your brothers are?</span><br />
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Dantoo indicates with a looping wave towards the house and a wild flourish that the duo are doing something indeterminate but worrying in the front garden.<br />
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Abbey and the youngster step closer. I receive a peck on the cheek from the pair of them, and they head off. <span style="color: #5900bc;">I'll send the boys your way, </span> calls Abbey over her shoulder. <span style="color: #5900bc;">Have fun!</span><br />
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A moment later I'm left with my own thoughts in the garden.<br />
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I take another sip of the drink; it really is perfect. And then, settling into the recliner again, I turn my mind back to the problem.<br />
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But instead of closing my eyes, this time I stare up into the high branches of the oak and regard the problem <i>directly</i>.<br />
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I have no idea how Hoth and Sollust managed to get my car up in this tree, but I hope they have a plan to retrieve it that involves neither a saw nor explosives.<br />
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I sigh.<br />
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Yes, all things are possible.<br />
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<a href="http://www.indigoroth.com/2015/03/the-results-are-generally-positive.html#comment-form"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpM0PgDMQijWCW3c1d3TRzB0rOS4OwDHC0QILIALFoCpb4_9p22O6iKGIin_FdKk9pfS2dd_9fgjT6IfTM-v8wWfT0r1Vyzo3ITXQBB66oANTEM_UJa9EcrjC3meF73aoE4KYOKwCU95k/s1600/comment.png" id="" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /></a><a href="http://www.zazzle.com/indigoroth*/clothing"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9J1Bu9IrO0zXyDlpSC2Vz6dC5w3_W_-LZL5FJ3TtlPBtVQH-Z4yS2GcnVmR4FS_9c2ZXAqWHEtFOH4h7eR6lD04eOdRO-lq6PyMkYD1PnOwNOtj6kE_x7ZfP_Ouo0hALdwdUPy-ZwaI4/s1600/shop.png" id="" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /></a>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com26tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-46001526200060262072014-10-19T18:59:00.005+01:002014-12-06T21:12:51.846+00:00Just About Covering ItI've been away for a while.<br />
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And now I'm back. Here's some Autumn photos.<br />
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I think that about covers it? <br />
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It's hard not to like this time of year. *sighs dreamily* I think this is an oak?<br />
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My folks' driveway. High-pressure water cannon required. Thankfully, they'll do it as soon as they know I posted this name-and-shame photo.<br />
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Under the canopy, the change is not complete. Kinda metamorphic, I guess?<br />
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You know, I think they squeezed several crops in this year. This must be the stubble from crop number three?<br />
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Yep. Autumn, Love these colours under a blue sky.<br />
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I've tried to take this picture several times over the past year. Finally, it's about right. <br />
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You may remember a similar shot to this on <a href="http://www.zazzle.com/indigo_roths_photography_calendar_2014-158925934621426806" target="_blank">my 2014 calendar</a>? It's one of my favourites. Well, this is the same place, different season, still moody.<br />
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My first ever "sunshine" shot. Which sounds dodgier than I intended.<br />
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I saw the turning trees yesterday, but couldn't stop. They were under the "golden hour" sunshine, and alive with colour. Today? Not so much. There's a lesson in there somewhere. <br />
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The Bedfordshire hills. Very pretty today, tho dozing happily. </div>
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The road outside my house. Cool, huh?<br />
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First, and closest to my heart, the dogs. This is Ozzie, a beagle cross who won the hearts of the locals when I took him offsite to meet them yesterday.<br />
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And then there's the cats, a shifty-looking bunch if ever I saw one. I'm really not sure about this lad, who seems to be giving me a very long, calculated consideration. He may be about to order a Hit on me.<br />
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This is the alpha male goat, an elusive individual who tried his best to resist my photographic advances. I leapt out from behind a tree, banging a tin can to get his attention on this one.<br />
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Of course, once I told him I could do moody black-and-white, he was all smiles. I think he's channelling Christopher Walkern at this point. <br />
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These ladies had an off-putting habit on shuffling forward on their knees as they nibbled the grass. It was odd to see. Perhaps I should have videoed it?<br />
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These two donkeys seemed to be whispering a lot. I'm not sure if they were coaching each other for the shot, or asking if I'd gone yet. Either way, they ate a lot of grass.<br />
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The mice in the small animals enclosure were tricky. They've taken to hiding inside painted ping-pong balls. I mean seriously, would you have known? Isn't nature wonderful?!<br />
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A final shot as I headed home; as the sun descends, feral cows emerge from their moorland burrows and survey their domain. Probably. <br />
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Still, it bothers me. Best do something about it.<br />
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While you're waiting, here's some pictures from this week.<br />
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As is often the case when I stop suddenly on a country lane because I see something cool, this dead tree almost caused me to join it. <span style="color: magenta;">*</span><br />
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Yes, a bale of straw. But lines, colours, skies. Were there a few red poppies, we'd really have something going on here.<br />
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Same field. Unremarkable in itself, but the colours have really come along as it's ripened up over the past couple of weeks. I look forward to eating these as Shredded Wheat in a few weeks.<br />
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Honestly, I just like the roof tiles. It's very "rural English". <br />
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Big skies are the only real subject matter here, and there's nothing remotely humorous to say about it. I'm almost tempted to delete it. Bah. <br />
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Too good to ignore, tho I was trespassing. In a car. And almost in a ditch.<br />
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I photographed this tree a couple of years ago, and it's always a beauty. I think this is just outside Trinity College. As ever, sunshine makes the shot.<br />
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Um... I forget which college this courtyard belongs to. They still hang you if you walk on the grass in Cambridge. But pretty spiffy tho, right?<br />
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My favourite church clock, at Great Saint Mary's, Cambridge. I sense that they may have replaced the hands, faceplate and mechanism several times since 1679, but everything else is original.<br />
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The gatehouse at King's College, Cambridge. I know some of the details about its design and construction, but honestly they're rather dull. It was such a lovely day, and the skies were cooperating. That is all.<br />
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Driving home, I felt sure I was driving into a tornado, as it looked ready to touch down. <span style="color: magenta;">*</span><br />
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But to finish, I wanted to introduce you to a very special lad called Rufus. He's the only dog I've ever met with highlights. I'm hoping he'll be adopted by loving folk this week, which is all any of us deserves.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: magenta;">* </span></span>No idiots were harmed during the creation of this blog entry.<br />
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Work is the curse of the thinking classes, as you know, and now that I'm gainfully employed again, I'm not getting enough snoozes in. This is, as the boffins in Cambridge would say, a Fact. </div>
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Right now, it's Saturday morning, and I'm putting together this blog entry so that I can schedule it to post automatically on Sunday afternoon. </div>
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I was just on my way home from work when I spotted this bizarre cloud formation. It almost looks like a tube? I didn't see anything in the news about being invaded by aliens. But if we were, they'd probably arrive like this.<br />
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And facing the other way, oddly fluffy clouds. No processing here, they really did look this smudged. Some days, you just get lucky. I <i>think </i>that was what the guy in the car behind was trying to tell me, anyway.<br />
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I thought this view of Cambridge merely looked interesting, but a friend (hey Dazza!) later commented that it looked like a train: wheels, smoke stack, driver's van. Can you see it? So much for Art.<br />
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Close to the office, I stood in the middle of a field at lunchtime to take this. Nobody was at all surprised.<br />
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In Woburn, on the way home from seeing Jaco Roth (my smarter, slimmer brother), the deer were sweeping majestically across the plain. Yes, just like they do in Torquay. I lost count of the points on this lad's antlers, but I'm sure a hunter could tell me at a glance.<br />
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And when they weren't sweeping, they were nibbling....<br />
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... sometimes they nibbled in black and white, too.<br />
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It really must be a wonderful view from the local Tudor houses. Tho requiring a lot of clearing up before daring to mow the lawn.<br />
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Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com28tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-51165554698101733432014-07-20T20:32:00.002+01:002014-07-20T22:00:50.705+01:00A Load Of Teen SpiritHere we go again.<br />
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Alistair loves this kind of thing. It inexplicably made me hungry.<br />
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I was at the seaside yesterday. This über-cute pooch was my first photo of the day. I had to photoshop his lead out, mind. Yes, I like to set them free. <br />
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This is a bird. If it was still in colour, I'd remember what sort it is. I DO remember that it's sitting on a lobster pot, mind. I had a photo of a seagull sitting on a wooden post with the sea behind it that I was going to use at this point. But then I realised it wasn't interesting.<br />
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Roof tiles. And they could do with a scrub, let's be honest.<br />
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Scruffy starlings. One of those two words is unnecessary.<br />
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A bluetit (I think) and a sparrow play peek-a-boo. They're probably discussing the inclusion of porridge oats, most of which ended up on the lawn.<br />
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I'm told this is a Siskin. That's a new one on me.<br />
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A lady blackbird searches for its mate. I saw him about, but he was a shifty bugger, and looked like he'd been drinking.<br />
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This little beauty wandered over to the car and stuck her nose in through the open window. I thought this was lovely, but she was distressed by my lack of apples and polo mints, and wandered off.<br />
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The field is wide and crests the edge of the hill. The beautiful linseed blooms are a blue ocean, a long overdue tide. I've waited weeks to come up here, to wallow in its shallows, to watch the bees dance across its surface. </div>
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And above me, the arms of the wind turbine circle lazily. We lie in the squat shadow of the turbine's tall trunk, the echoes of its blades turning close to our feet; the sun is high and just behind us. </div>
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Better yet, we came prepared. A flask of cold water, its contents shared between a cup and a bowl, stands empty and capped nearby, readier than me for the return journey. </div>
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My companion stirs besides me. She rolls and rises, stretching her legs and yawning hugely, before nosing and lapping at the last of the water in her bowl. That done, she settles back beside me. Her dark fur will follow me home after I return her to the dog sanctuary at the end of my shift. </div>
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Finally, I found some linseed in flower. Everywhere has been chock full of that dreadful yellow oil seed stuff this year, but the purple is now here. This is my favourite summer sight, I must confess. </div>
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A wary chicken. They say objects in the rear view mirror appear closer than they are, so this lad must have been sitting right on my shoulder. He trashed my car soon after, and stole my credit cards. <br />
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This lady donkey was attending a wedding at the local church. I think she'd already eaten her hat. And most of the flowers.<br />
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The galaxy's most evil chicken. Maybe I should give J. J. Abrams a call?<br />
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A little bokeh before we finish. Yes, linseed again. Lovely stuff.<br />
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Mr. Abrams was in agreement. May I present (spoiler alert!)...<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">All photos are copyright © Indigo Roth, 2014</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-63006603771939478482014-06-08T16:36:00.001+01:002014-06-08T16:36:35.965+01:00More Inverness Than IpanemaSome things are timeless. <br />
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<span style="color: #9999ff;">Tall and tanned and young and lovely</span> <br />
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The floor is cold beneath my bare feet as I enter the airport, humming. The air conditioning hits me, a merciful icy blast after the midday furnace outside. <br />
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A woman in business dress - her long blonde hair in flight - pushes past me, singing a familiar tune. <br />
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<span style="color: #ff99ff;">The girl from Ipanema goes walking</span> <br />
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<i>The Girl from Ipanema?</i> How odd; I was just thinking about that song. I turn to watch her retreating, determined gait and wonder if she’s singing along to something? But I see no earphones on her, and there’s no piped music in the air. I guess she must like singing in public?<br />
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Something touches my bare leg, and I glance down and find a five-year-old boy tugging at my knee. He looks up at me enquiringly, perhaps lost, his wide blue eyes twinkling under a mop-top haircut.<br />
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And unexpectedly, he begins to sing. <br />
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<span style="color: #f2984c;">And when she passes each man she passes goes A-a-h!</span> <br />
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The statement is clear, his young voice steady and in key. And it’s the next line of the song. Weird. His mother bustles over and tugs him away by the hand, throwing me an apologetic glance. She chastises the boy as they hurry away, and her sharp-but-musical words find my ears.<br />
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<span style="color: #9999ff;">When she moves it's like a samba</span> <br />
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They move away and out of earshot. I turn slowly, bewildered, to find a group of nuns in my path. One carries a guitar - this is an airport I suppose - and they all carry a tune. As the penguined choir divides and sweeps past on either side of me, the Ipanema refrain continues in three-part harmony. <br />
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<span style="color: #ff99ff;">That swings so cool and sways so gently<br />That when she passes<br />Each man she passes goes A-a-h!</span> <br />
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There’s a particular delight in the delivery of that last line. My jaw drops. Cheeky nuns? Well, I’d always suspected, to be honest. Good grief, another sane day in Camp Roth. <span style="color: #9999ff;">*</span><br />
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[ <span style="color: #9999ff;">*</span> Camp Roth is a location, not a rumour. ] <br />
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The air is cold on my shoulders as I start to walk forward again; I really should have brought something warmer for this place. Still, onwards.<br />
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Now, where was it I was going? As I ponder this, my mind a blank, an old man in a short-trousered military uniform and beret is wheeled towards me in a bathchair. Medals gleam on his chest, but despite the rakish moustache, his eyes are inert and introspective. Behind him, a helper - perhaps a granddaughter - in sensible sandals and a long flowing summer dress, continues the verse while surveying a shop window. <br />
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<span style="color: #f2984c;">Oh - but he watches so sadly</span><br />
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As I approach, the head of the old man raises and turns my way. His eyes have found a shine to match the medals. He sweetly croons his life story.<br />
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<span style="color: #9999ff;">How can he tell her he loves her <br />He would just give his heart gladly</span><br />
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They pass from view, and again I focus ahead, my feet squeaking on the polished marble. Was it <i>Arrivals </i>I wanted? <i>Departures</i>?<br />
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The thought goes from my head as a beautiful redhead in a dark blue dress strolls my way. Her smiling eyes are upward, her face enjoying the play of sun as she passes beneath the indoors palms of the airport. Her voice fills the air, sultry yet elusive.<br />
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<span style="color: #ff99ff;">But each day when she walks to the sea<br />She looks straight ahead not at he</span><br />
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Well, isn’t <i>that </i>the truth.<br />
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Still, she looks Scottish and not Brazilian. Yes, definitely more Inverness than Ipanema. Do I recognise her? She looks like someone I saw on TV, maybe? As if she senses my scrutiny, she turns to look me in the eye. There’s a smile on her lips, but it erupts into laughter as she glances down at my attire. <br />
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Waitaminute, what is it I'm wearing exactly?<br />
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I look down and realise I’m naked. Well, apart from the Union Jack gathered about my shoulders. <br />
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I bend further down and hope it’s long enough. I sigh. It’s not. <br />
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The dreamy lady continues to laugh at me. I think it’s at this moment, with those exact words, that I realise I’m dreaming. Yes, it all makes sense; I’m naked in a public place, wrapped in a flag, and the woman of my dreams is laughing at me. <br />
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Not for the first time, I curse my subconscious. <br />
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It’s definitely out to get me. <br />
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I feel the imposing grasp of security guards on my arms. I don’t resist. I could spread my wings and fly out of this place, or sublime into smoke, or open my eyes and find myself in my bed. <br />
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But the lilting tune on the lips of the redhead holds my gaze as they drag me away to the cells. As she waves her delicate fingers and blows kisses to the guards, I feel the flag slip from my shoulders.<br />
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The tune may be timeless, but the experience is not.<br />
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<span style="color: #ff99ff;">Tall and tanned and young and lovely<br />The girl from Ipanema goes walking<br />And when she passes he smiles<br />But she doesn't see<br />No she doesn't see...</span><br />
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With thanks to Karen Gillan. Not that she knew. </span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-76650100825170252472014-06-01T23:42:00.000+01:002014-06-02T00:19:39.348+01:00Rolling Around In CirclesSunday again. They roll around in circles so quickly. The sun was out, the sky was blue, the clouds were fluffy, and frankly the camera sounded more fun than a keyboard. So there. Enjoy.<br />
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I have a soft spot for bees. Well known fact. The little sods refuse to stay still for portraits, however. I tripped over and took this photo by accident. Which only goes to show, etc.<br />
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I really like this. It has posts and wires, but the sweep of the tractor trails leads me all the way in. This might make next year's calendar. <br />
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I had two versions of this, which are very different. But together, they looked the same. One had to go. This is a prime example of Life imitating Life.<br />
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Now, can you tell me this fella is not a VERY cheeky lad? I'm a sucker for a cheeky animal, and it was very hard not to give him the sugar in my pocket. I don't think he would have been able to open the paper sachets, mind.<br />
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When he finished being cheeky, he wandered closer and tried being adorable. And, as you can see, he totally nailed it.<br />
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One of his friends, in glorious soft focus. Does anyone want to sing "White Horses" with me? Do you not remember the black-and-white children's serial? <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jtCNbERKvMs&feature=kp" target="_blank">Click here to hear the theme song</a>. I guarantee you'll be humming it all day and swearing about me. Especially Lesley. You're welcome.<br />
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For Alistair. Because he likes this kind of thing.<br />
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For me. Because <i>I</i> like this kind of thing.<br />
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The sun was behind the church, and very bright. This is problematic. But I switched the high-definition contrast on, and let the camera do the heavy lifting. It's a bit overdone, but the front of the church is clear as day. The quirky angles add a bit of atmosphere, too. Spookeh.<br />
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I have no idea. I hope that Diane, Cheryl or Ms. Bobations will be able put me straight on this one. They're absolutely tiny, hence the dodgy purple fringing on the image.<br />
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Another purple, for which I apologise. But at least I know what this one is. Well, I'm told this was referred to by my Grandfather as "poor man's geraniums" at any rate. Any takers?<br />
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An offbeat one, for my lovely friend Katherine "Kato" Kellesis. Kato and her sister Krista are explorers of urban decay and trespassing to photograph it, the little tinkers. This is a bit more rural, but I thought of you, my dear. </div>
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For foreigners. Because they can't get <i>enough </i>of this kind of thing. Red phone boxes are sadly rather rare these days, and one next to a post box was too good to miss. The post box is old. See the "GR" on it? That means "George Regus", and it was installed when one of the Georges was on the throne. Perhaps after a curry.<br />
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Finally, this lad. Words fail me. Tho not him perhaps.<br />
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The view across the back gardens of a quaint local village. Quite why (and how) I was in this back garden I cannot say. What would the Americans say? "I plead the Fifth."<br />
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Some kind of iris next to a pond. Hence the netting. Tho it gives is a "Matrix" feel, don't you think? Of all the flowers by the pond, this is The One. "Do you think that's water you're drinking?"<br />
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I believe this is a campanula, in one of those hues that gardeners insist on calling "blue" rather than "purple". I object on chromatic grounds, Yer Honour!<br />
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A Californian poppy with Forget-Me-Nots chasing. Perhaps they're pilot fish of some sort? I like the colour contrast, whatever they are.<br />
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Love-in-a-Mist. I have no idea why. I assume botanists smoke much of what they grow, and then name them. It makes me think of the deadly blooms in Jumanji.<br />
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Pink. Definitely. <br />
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My folks' back garden. Yes, yes, all arty and from ground level. It's amazing what the lens can do to upright things; those camapula are fine upstanding citizens normally.<br />
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An unusual post box, the first rural one I've seen embedded in a wall. I stopped the car suddenly, and narrowly avoided a remodelling of my tail section. <br />
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This is what the Boffins in Cambridge call "a chimney".<br />
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A couple of shifty-looking jackdaws...<br />
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... yes, they're definitely up to something.<br />
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So tell me... PICTURE 1 or...<br />
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... PICTURE 2? I'm divided.<br />
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Thistles! For Alistair and Gabrielle, who have been patiently waiting for me in Scotland for months. I'll be there soon, you two, honest injun!<br />
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A wild rose! Yes, a romantic one to finish.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">All photos are copyright © Indigo Roth, 2014</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-57252824074680522162014-05-18T16:00:00.001+01:002014-05-25T23:22:10.808+01:00As Most Are ObviousIt's too hot here to write.<br />
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So, with apologies to Minnesota, who I'm told will be knee-deep in snow 'til August, here are some summery photos. I'm not even going to clutter them with words, as most are obvious.<br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">All photos are copyright © Indigo Roth, 2014</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-81875757449095928302014-05-10T11:59:00.001+01:002014-05-18T15:58:23.832+01:00No Distinguishing FeaturesI've felt recently that life does not contain enough intellectual rigour. <br />
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On a typical day, I rarely encounter much that requires me to rub more than a handful of brain cells together. I mean, do I walk to work or drive? Wear blue socks or black? Or order a <span style="color: #9999ff;">Mighty Meaty</span> pizza with jalapeños or a <span style="color: #9999ff;">Pepperoni Passion</span> with black olives? Or both? <span style="color: #ff99ff;">*</span><br />
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[ <span style="color: #ff99ff;">*</span> I know, a total no-brainer.] <br />
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You see the problem. And it worries me. I don't want to lose my razor-keen mind; I may need it sometime. <br />
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Someone suggested that a white jigsaw might be the way to go. Have you seen those? One thousand similar-looking pieces, with no distinguishing features beyond edge pieces? I love jigsaws, have endless patience, and it would be a real brain-tickler of a challenge. <br />
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But no, I need more. <br />
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As you may know know, I'm an old hand at the Rubik's Cube. What could be more of a challenge than taking The Cube <em>to the next level?</em> <br />
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I'm sticking close to the phone in case <span style="color: #9999ff;">Parker Brothers</span> call. <br />
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Thanks, <span style="color: #3366ff;"><strong>Indigo</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009-2014</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-66480018894681009232014-05-05T13:43:00.004+01:002014-05-05T13:43:57.510+01:00Making A Reasonable ArgumentIt's been a day of intrigue here in Cambridge. <br /><br />King - our resident lion, connoisseur of zebras, and stealer of neckties - is an ambassador at the British Embassy. And occasionally he brings his work home with him. <br /><br />This morning, I awoke to find him in my living room with the head of state for Antarctica, <span style="color:#9999FF;">The Penguin Kaiser</span> "Free Willy" Wilhelm. <br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhu9kUDMNACXTClFX8b-yZ6js9ERJwXgaJibnOSsHgkLW4rBio3d85Pr7-PMHJ1XLqricRqtBG_8HU7Lcg5LPKZ6lZmuKUb0NFY5T5VtBiC9Er7yRVTZ41Qkgf7tbtOatU1WjVayjgkE/s1600/kaiser_lounge.png"><img alt="Indigo Roth presents The Penguin Kaiser" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKhu9kUDMNACXTClFX8b-yZ6js9ERJwXgaJibnOSsHgkLW4rBio3d85Pr7-PMHJ1XLqricRqtBG_8HU7Lcg5LPKZ6lZmuKUb0NFY5T5VtBiC9Er7yRVTZ41Qkgf7tbtOatU1WjVayjgkE/s1600/kaiser_lounge.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a>(Worth a click to check out his uniform)<br /><br />After some introductions, I expressed my surprise, as I felt sure Antarctica was a nationless continent. The little old rockhopper gave me the red-eye and declared in a heavy Germanic accent, that: <br /><br /><span style="color:#9999FF;">Ve are a new nation, ja? Many have staked a claim to ze continent, but who iz bedder to claim zovereignty than ze <em>indigenous inhabitants?</em> </span><br /><br />This seemed an entirely reasonable argument. And as a penguin, he seemed entirely representative. He continued:<br /><br /><span style="color:#9999FF;">Ve vill soon take our place on ze vorld stage. Ve are an expanding nation, and at some point, ve vill need <em>lebensraum!</em></span><br /><br />I frowned, trying to remember this word. King stepped in and translated it for me as "living room".<br /><br />A few minutes later, after a flurry of Teutonic curses, I had the house to myself again; King had exited with his colleague, to escort him back to his Embassy. <br /><br />I'm a reasonable guy. <br /><br />But <em>nobody</em> messes with my living room. <br /><br /><br /><span style="color: #3366ff;"><strong>Indigo</strong> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: #666666;">Dedicated to my zookeeping matey Dazza Jordan</span><br /><span style="color: #666666;">This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009-2014</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-4762288760824887052014-05-05T00:37:00.004+01:002014-05-05T00:37:56.193+01:00Sharing A Brief SmileToday is a beautiful Sunday.<br />
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Contrary to my usual behaviour, I think I'll go out and enjoy the sunshine. But I'd like to share a smile with you, albeit briefly, so I'll leave you with this bit of iconic fun. <br />
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Enjoy your day.<br />
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<span style="color: #3366ff;"><strong>Indigo</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">You can see the original film poster <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhII1ZpSXBuoQOSczKiKwodNRd936c0L6gywfAQaKeUZF3pCc16J8ETRHXE472s_MYHSKO3pu0jjPfwL8vbRWL7sxrQnOAXNSsdcJG7VMux_A-Ci9v_xcqoD9mSxzeq98rWFKJBsA74g08/s1600/scarface_original.png">here</a></span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-89663887883315815822014-04-26T18:53:00.002+01:002014-04-26T19:23:13.002+01:00An Outbreak Of Sea FeverI'm must go down to the bins again, to the lonely bins by the shed,<br />
Where a genius friend nails sky-tall tasks, a foil hat on his head,<br />
While an engineer with square and tape, his briar pipe inching smoke,<br />
Sees badgers jape in tights and cape, hiding things they've broke.<br />
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I must call in on Abbey soon, and bring her back for tea,<br />
With sausage rolls and über-eclairs, plus a slice of 'za for me,<br />
While a big black bear, his pinkie raised, and an elephant in a coat,<br />
Scold a scoundrel lion in stolen tie, as he shares an anecdote.<br />
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I must be lucky in this life, to be right here right now,<br />
Surrounded by the best of folk, and never knowing how,<br />
For all I ask is a comfy seat, and the company of good friends,<br />
And all the pizza I can eat, until this fine day ends.<br />
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<span style="color: #0014bc;"><strong>Indigo</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">With apologies to John Masefield (1878 – 1967)</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-79994177975619042062014-04-20T20:21:00.000+01:002014-04-20T20:21:13.831+01:00The Butler Didn't Do ItSometimes, you get a break just when you need one.<br />
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<span style="color: #bc009a;">It's October 2010</span>. After some very stressful weeks getting important stuff done<span style="color: #5900bc;">*</span>, I was delighted to be invited to one of Bear's parties. He's just got engaged to his girlfriend Clarice, and I can think of no better reason to celebrate. Anyway, the pair of them love an excuse to dress up, so they decided to hold a murder-mystery party based on <span style="color: #5900bc;">CLUEDO/CLUE</span>.<br />
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[<span style="color: #5900bc;">*</span>Vague, I know.]<br />
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I just got back. Here's a picture of us, all dolled up.<br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">Colonel Bear Mustard</span> - The lad himself. Trust him to nab the best costume opportunity. But he carries it off magnificently, don't you think? The moustache was a nice touch; I can just see him sipping a gin and tonic in Poonah, India during the Reign of Victoria. And trust me, this fella can roar like a general. <br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">Miss Clarice Peacock</span> - Bear's beautiful fiancée. An American bear, originally from the deep woods in Augusta, Georgia. She'd not played the game before, so I explained that we were there to solve the murder of Doctor Black. For added realism, King provided a dead zebra, which he declared was Dr. Black-White, a close relative. I thought he'd never stop laughing. <br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">Professor Indigo Plum</span> - I dug out one of Uncle Idaho's old smoking jackets. I think he'd been smoking kippers in it. There was still one in the pocket, in fact. Luckily, there was time to dry clean it, else I'd never have got a date. On which subject... <br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">Miss Abbey Scarlet</span> - My lovely next door neighbour, and date for the evening. Blonde today, in a simple red t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Bare feet, as ever. Not exactly pulling out all the stops on the costume front, but every time she spoke to me I forgot my name. <br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">Reverend Max Green</span> - Taking time off from invading Bolivia in a submarine, Herr Doktor Tunguska brought his own murder weapons along. I salute him; when he method acts, this guy goes <em>deep</em>. Of course, the Reverend's attire is his own. He's diverse. <br />
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<span style="color: #5900bc;">"Mrs" T-101 White</span> - A late addition to the party. This decommissioned Terminator has been in the shed for a while, but agreed to cross-dress to play the cook and make up the boy/girl ratio. He rather liked the idea, actually, and already had his own pig-tailed wig. Worrying. The chef's apron was another late addition; we didn't want to frighten the horses. <br />
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We had a lot of fun.<br />
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And the butler <em>didn't</em> do it. <br />
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It turned out it was <span style="color: #5900bc;">Max</span> in the <span style="color: #5900bc;">Lavatory</span> with the <span style="color: #5900bc;">Chainsaw</span>.<br />
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Some things never change. <br />
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<span style="color: #0014bc;"><strong>Indigo</strong> </span><br />
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<span style="color: #666666;">This blog entry is protected by copyright © Indigo Roth, 2009-2014</span>Indigo Rothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03957870121933442627noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5454198662155903263.post-85816537271336735782014-04-13T22:08:00.000+01:002014-04-14T01:21:06.316+01:00A Shameless Bit Of MisdirectionI have a half-written story on my computer. Well, an outline. I really need to get it written, but... ooooh look, PHOTOS!<br />
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I saw this lad in a field as I drove home one night at twilight. I had to get a photo for my good friend <a href="http://injaynesworld.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Jayne Martin</a>, who tells me that he's a Gypsy Cob.<br />
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After a long drive round this morning, this is the only good photo I took. Spring has indeed sprung.<br />
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I'm rather pleased with this. Sharper than my last attempt a year ago.<br />
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A local house. I had shade to take it from, and the weather and clouds and pretty much the whole thing conspired to be interesting.<br />
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Too good to miss. I did some severe cropping from the top because of some movement in the branches, but the final letterbox effect is very pleasing.<br />
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Spring sap rising. This was all about the colour.<br />
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Not a very attractive bridge, but this begged to be captured as the sky was cooperating.<br />
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The view from one end of the bridge. I like the tractor lines and the zig-zag landscape.<br />
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When I was dropping a friend back at work, he pointed out a nearby duckpond. This handsome drake was king of the water.<br />
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A sleepy lad/lass peeps out from under Mum's wing. There's actually half a dozen of them under there!<br />
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A little later, under bright skies, the duckling came out for a nap in the sun...<br />
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... but got too hot and made a mad dash for the water!<br />
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Just north of my hometown lies the quaint rural village of Lilley. They have horses. This is dedicated to my dear friend <a href="http://injaynesworld.blogspot.co.uk/" target="_blank">Jayne Martin</a> with great affection.<br />
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A different view of the hills at Lilley, from much closer. I toned down the sky to bring out the warmth of the earth on a beautiful Spring day. Too arty? Nah. S'just a photo. </div>
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I spotted this from the car and had to double back. I do this a lot, usually because there's a truck bearing down on me while I'm dawdling looking at the scenery. I'm glad I went back. Especially as I managed to get the clouds acting as the foliage.<br />
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Okay, a bit of an off one. A hold in the road left by the removal of a "cat's eye" reflector. And yes, it's full of water. I don't know why I snapped it, other than it looked interesting.<br />
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Just south of my hometown is the village of Barton-le-Clay. Not long after they ploughed the fields, I finally managed to capture a view I'd long had my eye on.<br />
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I don't know. Geese maybe? Maybe they're enjoying the nice contrast of the water and the reeds?<br />
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I didn't trust these lads. They whispered among themselves whenever I checked the camera, and I swear that big one in the middle was on the right a few moments earlier.<br />
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Okay, this is definitely arty. But I like it.<br />
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The camera went off when I put it down. Well, that's what I'm telling Alistair, who really likes this one. It looks like a path, but is actually a six-inch-wide concrete kerb on an industrial estate. Yes, I wander. <br />
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And finally, more cloudsome fluffiness near Lilley. I liked the curve of the road and the nice balance of colours. There's hope for me yet.<br />
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Thanks for tuning in. There will be more words soon, I promise.<br />
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