From the shame of my own speechless stupor.
I can just keep staring out over the hills, watching the haar slink in from the sea. Smothering the strath in its Stephen Kingishness. And my mind with it.
The view from my window, mid-morning.
Smug in the knowledge that somewhere, out there, another blogger is doing my job.
Bless you, Josh, IOU!
PS. Don’t miss the many entries on glass art and artists on this blog. It’s truly brilliant.
December 20th, 2007 at 10:56 am
Well, while you’re there contemplating The Wilds and, no doubt, keeping warm with a drop or two of beverage, you can give some thought to the long-promised “Ed Glass”. See http://fantasyinglass.blogspot.com/2007/12/bullseye-glass-shipment.html for what brought this all to mind…
GcB