Telling the weather by cat

Wet cat

Some cats avoid rain, take shelter

One of mine must have otter DNA

Who needs a barometer when you have him.

Wet fur = rain

Cold fur = frost

Cold white fur = snow

Warm fur = sunny

Dusty fur = Saharan sand!

Yes he’s a weather forecaster

Though he doesn’t know it,

He’s just come in

Damp.

Waiting in

The original photo I used for a previous collage.

I’ve been dozing, waiting for a visitor. I’ll get there late she said, but I wasn’t sure if it would be this late. It’s a long drive through the countryside and the forecast was for fog, so I’m trying to be patient.

She’s driving alone. I haven’t called her but just sent a text. I want to sleep but I’m pushing myself to keep awake. Fingers crossed she will be here soon.

Sunset

Another symmetrical view of the sky and vegetation. I just like the subtle patterns they create. Colours and silhouettes. Making the most of the sky before blackness descends. Also taking my mind off a unusual thumping headache, possibly because I’m sleeping downstairs because of my aching ribs. Ah wee, got to keep myself occupied.

An olympus trip camera

What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)?

Hubby and I were cycling along on our tandem in the middle of the countryside. We were passing through farmland one spring when he suddenly braked to a stop. He had seen a camera in the ditch next to the road on a clump of grass. We think it must have fallen off the top of a car?

There was no one around to ask who it belonged to, so we decided to wind back the film and get it developed. The thought was to try and identify the owners. It was a nice camera with just a dent in the metal ring round the lens, it was worth a bit of money and it would have been sad to lose by the owners. It might have had important memories attached to it.

We waited a week for the photos to come back. There were three photos of the landscape, but nothing to identify the owner, no people and no houses or cars.

In the end we kept the camera. I used it for years, taking photos for college, holidays and family events. I always wanted to give it back. I used 35mm film with an iso of 400. It had a good life with us.

Pattern

Life’s a pattern

Like branches and twigs

Trailing through life

First growing bigger

Like the main trunk and boughs

Then petering to smaller stems.

Life follows this pattern, growing

Then diminishing.

Patterns give me hope

I see connections

An intuition of order

Despite a possible chaos.

Patterns in music

Crystals too,

All sorts of things

Some of them new.

I don’t bother with plain

It’s such a pain

Give me gaudy and complex

And intricate not tame!

Flying saucer?

No, the top of a roof, one version rotated and twisted. If it was really a spacecraft it might be fast in the atmosphere, but it isn’t necessarily needed in space. Why? Because there is no air so no wind resistance. You will move in a straight line unless you use a small reaction control thrusters. That’s what they had to use to direct Apollo 13 when it was drifting off course during it’s disastrous mission . Otherwise the space capsule might not have been able to get back to Earth. Also remember there’s no sound in space so no whooshing noises!

Ouchie

I was out at physiotherapy today when I dropped my walking stick on the floor. Instead of doing the sensible thing and standing up, I leant over the thin chair arm and reached down. Fingertips close to the handle I just reached a bit more and something clunked in my side. It was so painful I shouted out. They checked I was OK. I don’t think I’ve broken a rib, but someone suggested I had damaged the cartlidge between my ribs  as my weight came down on the chair arm. I’m OK unless I move, then it twinges. Just worried about lying down tonight. I’ve broken ribs before and that’s painful, this isn’t quite as bad, but it’s definitely annoying!