The air is too bitterly cold for my poor SLR, and almost too bitter for me. First its focus ring seized up after four shots outdoors, then I realised my knees had frozen to the ground as I stood up.
These brief days leave a still mist over everything, and you can’t even fathom spring or warmth. Perhaps that’s why I’ve had Sigur Rós playing constantly.
I was listening to the recent album in the car at Bosham; we were parked at the water’s edge watching the swans, ducks, and seagulls. One of the swans took a liking to hopelandic and wedged itself half under the car’s chassis to take a little warmth and listen in. Well, it seemed like he was listening anyway.
The outside is very beautiful really…except when you can’t feel your feet.
There I found myself/
Sheltered in a makeshift house/
And we slept/
As the storm died down
Image Soundtrack: ‘Fljótavík’ by Sigur Rós