And so it was that I finally got to play with the excellent birthday sparklers and solitary party balloon, kindly provided by Jason, the blues man, Thompson. It was great.
We lit sparklers. I waved them, Jac waved them. Fiona lit sparklers and barely waved them at all. Tris watched with a guarded wonderment at the stupidity of his elders.
Life is full.
Thanks Jac, for waving so meaningfully.
Nice picture work on the sparkly writing. You look to have had a scintillating time. Your face says it all. :-)
Posted by: Liz Marshall | July 24, 2005 at 05:50 PM
Lovely pictures. You have redefined my concept of 'party' and 'enjoyment' and not in a completely good way. Might I suggest that you become the first person in history to write an entire volume of peotry in sparkler photographs. Or you might like to do people's portraits that way. It's a new art form. If you managed to write something very controversial or rude, or draw a willy or something, it might even get some Arts Council funding, or who knows, win the Turner Prize.
Posted by: Jason | July 25, 2005 at 11:04 AM
I do enjoy how you imbued the illuminated calligraphic strokes with an evocative sepia tone - it looks git classy like.
Posted by: Jac | July 25, 2005 at 09:28 PM
Believe it or not, Jac, no colour work at all. It really was that colour in real actual life.
Posted by: AndyC | July 25, 2005 at 11:35 PM
You mean - we're just naturally a class act?
Posted by: Jac | July 25, 2005 at 11:44 PM