We walked along the path leading down to the stickers Her hair was as dark as that blackberry patch She ate all the berries this poor boy could pick 'er And when she was through I picked another batch But when I told her I loved her she started to snicker And tore my heart to pieces like a chicken in the scratch... Like a chicken, like a chicken in the scratch.
Very simple. Black n white. Cropped in, a little tone definition and contrast... no make up. Just lip balm to protect my lips from the harsh Scottish breezes that blow in from the North Sea and dilute the warmth of what little summer sun we get!
I hate Scottish summers. They suck. They're wet, windy and last about 72 hours if we're lucky!
I'd offer to put you up in San Diego for the summers (you'd LOVE 'em!), but my wife would probably get all snotty and such... no sense of humor, you know?
But seriously, I know few people who love the climate where they live completely - 365 days a year. I grew up in San Francisco and so I understand your 72 hour summers. Mark Twain once commented that the coldest winter he ever experienced was a summer spent in San Francisco. July is heavy sweater time there!
(The same goes with women and hair, I believe - I have NEVER met a woman who like her hair (all the time) JUST the way it is. Too short, too curly, too straight, too... NOT like that one in the magazine, I think...
Scotland nearly became my home in the 70's when I auditioned for a drum part in the Black Watch pipe & drum unit. I was due to be inducted into the US military, but was traveling between Edinburgh and Inverness (by bicycle! What a wonderful trip) and stopped by their HQ. They even offered to "take care of things" with the US Navy - as long as I signed up for a 12 year stint... I just couldn't do it, you know.
Funny thing is, I *love* the summers in Scotland! Go figure...
naah, a branch from one of our apple trees broke off three days ago, so my girl cut the apples in pieces and cooked them with some sugar and spices. now me in turn cooked vanilla pudding, mixed it with the cooked apples and put it in the fridge. so when i saw this picture here, i was actually having that with a bit of muscat i brought form the south of france last week, went well together