Well, where do I start with this one;
- Foreground – felted models of Frank, Max and A.N.Others courtesy of crazyhoundstore
- Background – Oil on canvas of a Swedish (presumably) country scene
- Lighting – 1 accent light, snooted SB800 from camera right with 1/2 CTO gel through a spider plant to echo the dappled lighting in the picture behind and 1 SB800 also gelled bounced off white ceiling for overall fill.
- Check out the dog on the right, what the heck is he doing?
It started normally enough, for a Sunday you know, get up late after reading and drinking tea in bed, cooked breakfast, bacon, egg, sausage, fresh coffee, bread from the bread machine etc and finally get out of the door around 12 ish. We were going to the sea side but Frank (who had already escaped from the garden once this morning and gone on walk-about-looking-for-cats/pheasants) got scent of a pheasant in the front garden and launched himself towards the fence where the un-suspecting dopey bird was sheltering from the icy wind, he seemed to get it in his mouth but after much flapping and shedding of plumage, it managed to take off and escape.
Frank was chipper and pretty pleased with his efforts, then when we got to the seaside, the sea was frozen as far out as you could see, I mean c’mon tomorrow is the last date of February! it has to start getting spring-like and daffodils and such like shouldn’t it?.
So as you can see, as a result Frank could hardly concentrate on his piano practice.
He finally presented us with his new year’s resolutions, and we have to say we were left a little wanting, he said he wants to smarten himself up and look more presentable when he meets new folk I asked him what about his dirty food-stained brown beard and he said he likes it like that and plans to keep it. He talked about trying to be a bit more up-beat and stop looking so miserable but said he may phase that in slowly over a few months (7 or 8 he told me later) he also brought our attention to the fact that as he only has Blibett for company (19 year old British short haired cat with senile dementia and cognitive dis-orientation) he has every right to behave like he does and then he went back upstairs, left his clothes in a heap and went back to bed. Oh well….