tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40964926187522031342024-02-06T18:05:21.197-08:00Lindsey's Adventures as a Goodwill AmbassadorLindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.comBlogger104125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-74423333030012166582011-04-13T16:39:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:29:53.421-07:00the sign o'er the door says haste ye back<span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:85%;" >There is so much to say about a year in Scotland; much of it has already been said to those who matter most - that is, the people who shared the year with me in some way, shape or form. Which may well include you if you've kept up with this blog all year long!<br /><br />But I do enjoy a feel-good ending, and it came to me that I don't have one on this blog, which should really be wrapped up now that I'm home in America, driving my little car to Stop & Shop, cursing the price of a gallon, overwhelmed by the varieties of shaving cream, missing galaxy chocolate and proper good scones and malted milk biscuits, and lemsip, and my hot water bottle, missing my art studio and my walks up (morning) and then down (evening) the Royal Mile, my Macallan and my Highland Park, my half pints of ale and the accents and all the funny words, and being able to say "cheers" when you aren't sure what else to say. Missing my adopted family of Scotland Rotarians who took me in like a daughter, providing meals and tours and dancing and all the banter and good 'craic' a girl could ever want. Aching to have a catch-up with my dear, dear friends, maybe with a big castle hovering over us through the cafe window. Generally longing for that feeling that comes with a life abroad ... where each day is humorous, humbling, fascinating and even if it's terrible out, and you are in a bad mood over this, that or the other, at very least you can be consoled by a place that is stunningly, wondrously beautiful.<br /><br />So here I am, now, trying to figure out the next adventure.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> Exactly four months ago, on December 13th 2010, I wrote this ramble on the train ride to down London to catch my flight to America, stopping only to take sobbing breaks in the bathroom. So, I'll make this my happy/sad ending to "Adventures as a Goodwill Ambassador", as it was literally the last thing I wrote while in Scotland.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">ED: The night before the train, I had a final farewell in my favorite pub, surrounded by a sea of friends. </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">One dear friend Martin sang me the centuries old, utterly scottish ballad about bonnie prince charlie, covered most famously by Ewan McColl, which is driven by the lyric "... will ye no come back again? Many a heart twould break in twa...should ye no come back again..." This was naturally was the moment when I lost any ounce of composure that I had walked in with. This was also the moment I knew I needed to write something about the musical family that welcomed me so genuinely in Edinburgh.<br /><br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">***</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It is Saturday night, and by instinctive force you head over to the oak. As if there weren’t plenty of other pubs in the city to chose from. As if you weren’t just in the night before.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It’s packed but you’ve come to expect nothing less. People go in and no one comes out but we all fit, as if some strange nexus or vortex of space. There’s a wall of people between you and the bar, but it doesn’t matter because someone puts a glass in your hand before you need to wiggle through.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">There is a silent (…sometimes not silent) understanding that the bench hugging the corner of the pub is reserved for musicians. You used to be intimidated by the bench. For half a year you sat in the stools opposite, looking on, a keen observer.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">But now you know better and grab a seat facing the crowd. When you put on your first harmony, and hear how it works together with the other voice, or the other two, maybe three or four even - stress goes to the back of your mind, you become relaxed and your mind clear and focused.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">From your spot on the bench, you join in with vocals and a wee bit of mandolin on songs that you know, songs that you love. Songs that you have practiced, songs you’ve never sang before but have heard somewhere, and some that you are hearing for the first time. In the past, you would have sat the unknown ones out, but now you know better. You know that there isn’t any better way to learn.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You are bashful but the applause is sincere. In the past, you never thought they would listen. You never thought you could sing over a noisy crowd. You never thought you had any lyrics memorized. You never thought you would be brave enough to sing at an Edinburgh folk pub, in a country that has produced so many enduring songs and musicians of legend. You never thought you had a voice that could at very least make people stop and listen for a minute.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Now I know better.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">**</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And so, I give my thanks:</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those who play: </span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who come up with melodies waiting in line at the grocery store, taking inspiration from nothing.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who take the banalities or the complications or the struggles of life and, like alchemists, convert them into enduring songs.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who write lyrics that I’ve had in my head but never have been able to articulate.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who jot down lyrics and chord patterns on scraps of paper to try out later.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who transform songs just by singing them in your own way. Inventing versions of new and old standards, making them your own with incremental key changes, unusual meters, a tinge of country or blues or maybe with words changed or forgotten along the way. </span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who play in alternate tunings that ring out and out and out</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who can pick up an instrument and understand it in no time.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who sing your own songs, bravely revealing your personal truths and secrets even when they are disguised by wit and sarcasm.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who create your own arrangements and compositions and tunes, weaving simple notes into something complex.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who bring songs alive from the depths of history, or just from the depths of Glasgow or Leith or Peterheid. Or from the archives of another decade.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who bring songs alive from other countries,</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who tell me stories of the songs of your childhood</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who sing in the same language that you dream in.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who sang me to sleep.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who sing songs that remind me of being a kid, being free, being in love.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who play depressing songs about sinking ships and one night stands and cheating hearts and still manage to make the people smile and connect to the lyrics.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who play fiddle so vigorously that it might start on fire. So loud that you can hear the pitches through the walls when you step out for air.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who stomp your feet so that even when you step down to the bathroom you can’t avoid being a part of the music.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who keep the beat.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who manage to play on a piano that is a semi tone flat (or sharp?)</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who play through the crowds despite the noise, singing to the people who are listening even if that means just a few.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who sing songs with a melody that makes my heart feel heavy. </span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who manage to connect to a boozy crowd with an ancient sea shanty or sappy love ballad</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You groups of tunesters who wind melodies together cohesively … without saying much beyond a few syllables to each other during the run.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You, the person who encouraged me and pulled me toward music since the day we met, working on songs together to create our own version of a Rawlings-Welch duo.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who gave me the experience of recording on an album, and letting me sing a song that you hold so dear to your heart.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You who give me a forgiving smile when I mess up the words that we practiced so many times before</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">You with voices so subtle and lilting that I need to close my eyes and just listen when you sing.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those who teach: </span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those of you have suggested vocalists who I might find compatible.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"> To anyone who jotted down an album title on a coaster, told me about the origin of a song, told to me about inspirations or their path to becoming a musician or the way they come up with a tune.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those of you who know far more about American music than I do and as such taught me things about my own country when I was 3000 miles from home.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those of you who taught me how to busk in the rain (hot chocolate is key).</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To anyone who shouted out a chord or key change when I looked lost (often).</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To you who tell me when a string is out of tune, or that I was turning the wrong peg!</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To you who pointed out the specific part of my belly where the loudest notes would come from.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those who taught me about Richard & Linda, Sandy Denny, Blue Murder, Nic Jones, the depths of the Old Crow Medicine Show catalogue, Stan Rogers, Harry Chapin, Kirsty McColl, the Watersons, Del Amitri, Bert Jansch, John Martyn, Johnny Flynn, Pentangle, the Albion Band, Little Feat, the Seekers, Gram Parsons & Emmy, James & Carly, Kate Rusby. Songs that I will forever associate with living in Edinburgh.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To you who first showed me to the 70s footage of Paul Brady singing Arthur McBride</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To the people who taught me songs that have no known origin, keeping them alive evermore.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To the bartenders who always greeted me with a smile and joke and perfect pour.</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And the bartenders who say ‘thank you lass’.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And the bartenders who shout at people to shut up and listen.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">And the bartenders who are not really bartenders but friends.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those who invited me to a Martin Carthy concert because “he’s really important.”</span></p> <p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To the person who told me that the only way to learn to sing was the go to the top of a mountain and sing out as if you were serenading a mountain across the valley.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To my girls, my bar stool confidantes.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To those who got the next round.<br /></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To the person who taught me to walk tall and smile in all the right places.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">To the person who taught me that the way to memorize lyrics is not by staring at them written on a page.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, to those who have listened. To those who bore witness to my slow and ongoing transformation into a musician, encouraged me with love and laughs, wisdom and whisky. To those who have been around to help me find my own voice. It has been an unforgettable year.</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Cheers to you all. Better lo'ed ye cannae be.<br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">***</span></p><p style="font-family: lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;">LWF 2010</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25A7DfGnGKqnSRkYJXg58GknUktS29OaAKBBupoVLDFrXlnSW8efJBIsSFGbDtPcQZRSuc9TWCpwQ0pG2nwzafpiUTDPkaBzg7mu-J18jUAdCexPg8gbPBRNGXlsiqdL3fPc15XzvFXSS/s1600/royal-oak-empfehlenswerte.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj25A7DfGnGKqnSRkYJXg58GknUktS29OaAKBBupoVLDFrXlnSW8efJBIsSFGbDtPcQZRSuc9TWCpwQ0pG2nwzafpiUTDPkaBzg7mu-J18jUAdCexPg8gbPBRNGXlsiqdL3fPc15XzvFXSS/s400/royal-oak-empfehlenswerte.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595236369470370530" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />This post dedicated to the music makers of Edinburgh</span> <span style=" font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" >(generally found sitting around the Royal Oak, Carter's Bar, Bill & Sue's kitchen or backyard, the Greenmantle, Ale House, Sandy Bell's, Steamie, Captains, or busking up the road!)</span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"> </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><br /><br /></span></span>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-38203259593273469232011-04-06T16:51:00.000-07:002011-04-06T17:01:10.332-07:00cloud book (2011)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jiMljeVTPvwGUNxV3Bzmsqb1rLvtcd4snImqoHfSxZv9ouEYfrAoj53SvpISeMCpCXkCQFDpx3i85Tp9JMGafiPz696fDEiDtseLXTeAPSK7otip_SZByMVyWw6GFjiN8a1jnRopV7wp/s1600/DSC03782.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jiMljeVTPvwGUNxV3Bzmsqb1rLvtcd4snImqoHfSxZv9ouEYfrAoj53SvpISeMCpCXkCQFDpx3i85Tp9JMGafiPz696fDEiDtseLXTeAPSK7otip_SZByMVyWw6GFjiN8a1jnRopV7wp/s400/DSC03782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592624370678202530" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYHEtQYPARHwc0Neq0XlU4bmuVzpsT6iVrybLVyKvySo7pDKyAvO9smWN0DwAIwZdWQRY1GIz9eppLP2s9ByhSwyhyhePoNkpTkj-5rKqmcS0q4xs7TSJGcn7-E0y4S47nzW2APjyafk9/s1600/DSC03781.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdYHEtQYPARHwc0Neq0XlU4bmuVzpsT6iVrybLVyKvySo7pDKyAvO9smWN0DwAIwZdWQRY1GIz9eppLP2s9ByhSwyhyhePoNkpTkj-5rKqmcS0q4xs7TSJGcn7-E0y4S47nzW2APjyafk9/s400/DSC03781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592623410936734354" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: lucida grande;">photo collage in accordion book, 7 in x 7 feet</span></span>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-80671811979876683732011-01-24T15:32:00.000-08:002011-01-24T16:29:10.051-08:00motorbikes and watercolors<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After graduating from University of Edinburgh as a Master of Arts, I congratulated myself with an extensive trip around europe including france, italy, austria, germany and the czech republic. There is much to say; for now I'll mention that </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Rome, with its slow meals and fast motorbikes, was hands down my favorite place. Just call me Audrey, as my Roman Holiday wasn't all so different from hers. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin87JNkwim2CSmPO4tSD6SgPRS58Vj2JKF73b2C5Nk4oQK4B54gRB_GR_-JY8VL8tjF0oPnUoAU6ARj3Z0lLl-OSdQ2d7aOhjpiUyE3VGxr3sX-LBcMKMkEBI6o244YXcakVBMUSZevBft/s1600/Audrey_Hepburn_and_Gregory_Peck_on_Vespa_in_Roman_Holiday_trailer.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin87JNkwim2CSmPO4tSD6SgPRS58Vj2JKF73b2C5Nk4oQK4B54gRB_GR_-JY8VL8tjF0oPnUoAU6ARj3Z0lLl-OSdQ2d7aOhjpiUyE3VGxr3sX-LBcMKMkEBI6o244YXcakVBMUSZevBft/s400/Audrey_Hepburn_and_Gregory_Peck_on_Vespa_in_Roman_Holiday_trailer.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565912428621600914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And, naturally, the food and wine are unbeatable in Italy. Meals were a joy and always something to plan a day around. All over Europe, I ate a lot. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: small; ">Sometimes I painted at the same time.</span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jappBE1p243qnIxTH7mkcTckxykyvQVzjWITFU7Xp1t-1mfXKrFyhj4cm20rAQ-EUMUehrr9k8Gd2nVaJ-rEzrHfMA-zWJgNujpGah5R5bPHSPSdbENRgLc4e5aGwe-ZZr6S8rYbb0Dc/s1600/chestnuts.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jappBE1p243qnIxTH7mkcTckxykyvQVzjWITFU7Xp1t-1mfXKrFyhj4cm20rAQ-EUMUehrr9k8Gd2nVaJ-rEzrHfMA-zWJgNujpGah5R5bPHSPSdbENRgLc4e5aGwe-ZZr6S8rYbb0Dc/s400/chestnuts.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565903882711496050" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jappBE1p243qnIxTH7mkcTckxykyvQVzjWITFU7Xp1t-1mfXKrFyhj4cm20rAQ-EUMUehrr9k8Gd2nVaJ-rEzrHfMA-zWJgNujpGah5R5bPHSPSdbENRgLc4e5aGwe-ZZr6S8rYbb0Dc/s1600/chestnuts.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">austrian chestnuts from a bike ride near my uncle's flat<br /></span></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7jappBE1p243qnIxTH7mkcTckxykyvQVzjWITFU7Xp1t-1mfXKrFyhj4cm20rAQ-EUMUehrr9k8Gd2nVaJ-rEzrHfMA-zWJgNujpGah5R5bPHSPSdbENRgLc4e5aGwe-ZZr6S8rYbb0Dc/s1600/chestnuts.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVVhhg-TNI7cnk_ixu3XSjfYoZ_xjjURbJ5riBi3oYqvRzJ84BmYJdf1WUTL8XtebO-epKvCdGUuHpxfMKgtcDrfxElbT3x7Q2ObgfUSk_T6e5JkdlwPhA2lWyjeH3liIwLn-gLzADnT4/s1600/appl.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrVVhhg-TNI7cnk_ixu3XSjfYoZ_xjjURbJ5riBi3oYqvRzJ84BmYJdf1WUTL8XtebO-epKvCdGUuHpxfMKgtcDrfxElbT3x7Q2ObgfUSk_T6e5JkdlwPhA2lWyjeH3liIwLn-gLzADnT4/s400/appl.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565903879651848850" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE32ZAd9PmL0iop-SswCXm-GCPV0TK3tQFs4B0MUxB83X73rCodNO1wg3xbIoNs9lak2EbY2iCPkKJRn10aLYRXnRH4Gk_dhuH-rffbIT6Yc76BuigLgHXa3D8yWHwogcsv0arY_qhiL-i/s1600/apple.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE32ZAd9PmL0iop-SswCXm-GCPV0TK3tQFs4B0MUxB83X73rCodNO1wg3xbIoNs9lak2EbY2iCPkKJRn10aLYRXnRH4Gk_dhuH-rffbIT6Yc76BuigLgHXa3D8yWHwogcsv0arY_qhiL-i/s400/apple.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565903872777721170" /></a></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">austrian apples from the neighbor's tree</span></span></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE32ZAd9PmL0iop-SswCXm-GCPV0TK3tQFs4B0MUxB83X73rCodNO1wg3xbIoNs9lak2EbY2iCPkKJRn10aLYRXnRH4Gk_dhuH-rffbIT6Yc76BuigLgHXa3D8yWHwogcsv0arY_qhiL-i/s1600/apple.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TIKOb-KoQEx9ymsYCamGSx9yfqAIcMSb2pwpP3UEQzQEiFTwUe8fJrqricGg6X48AK58KGDoFkLvQeoo6D5uM2sviCaAs-8kgOaI8e-_34vLA-Ck0bDmmL6tKKV4dDI3n4r1EuZXxFO5/s1600/CCE00005.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TIKOb-KoQEx9ymsYCamGSx9yfqAIcMSb2pwpP3UEQzQEiFTwUe8fJrqricGg6X48AK58KGDoFkLvQeoo6D5uM2sviCaAs-8kgOaI8e-_34vLA-Ck0bDmmL6tKKV4dDI3n4r1EuZXxFO5/s400/CCE00005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565903857934178882" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">a perfect pomegranite on a perfect kitchen table (rome)</span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3TIKOb-KoQEx9ymsYCamGSx9yfqAIcMSb2pwpP3UEQzQEiFTwUe8fJrqricGg6X48AK58KGDoFkLvQeoo6D5uM2sviCaAs-8kgOaI8e-_34vLA-Ck0bDmmL6tKKV4dDI3n4r1EuZXxFO5/s1600/CCE00005.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7MOqgq-Pap-B9EFCAZDkTxibUjloHaUWZmxPJK_LWyjp3DhZBOddAS_20O3B0JbgmqJPU8E43W1StsA_gPYsR8IVv5M-9nBFnuv1jWbBTzOQKzXdOTofxDmnCQ6fASwZoYws5fVzOja7/s1600/CCE00004.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7MOqgq-Pap-B9EFCAZDkTxibUjloHaUWZmxPJK_LWyjp3DhZBOddAS_20O3B0JbgmqJPU8E43W1StsA_gPYsR8IVv5M-9nBFnuv1jWbBTzOQKzXdOTofxDmnCQ6fASwZoYws5fVzOja7/s400/CCE00004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565903851492587058" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7MOqgq-Pap-B9EFCAZDkTxibUjloHaUWZmxPJK_LWyjp3DhZBOddAS_20O3B0JbgmqJPU8E43W1StsA_gPYsR8IVv5M-9nBFnuv1jWbBTzOQKzXdOTofxDmnCQ6fASwZoYws5fVzOja7/s1600/CCE00004.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">hot castañas in a bag (arr. 18, paris)</span></span></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-33026152229550572862010-11-14T06:55:00.000-08:002010-11-14T07:37:35.517-08:00Postcard from Greece<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><div>(adapted from an actual email I wrote to someone. pardon the rambling). </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Hello ______________!</span><br /></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Greece is wonderful. I spent about 5 days in Athens and its accompanying coastal beach areas with local friend Augustus, then Brenda came from Edinburgh and we toured the isles of Naxos and Santorini, in the Cyclades (Aegean Sea). The water could not be a prettier color blue.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacNkXmUQyW4sePJ-wmw2NXLCO_y9usBnXN33ifITWFbMNr74Bmff_QjwpUfZZtjCC9M-b-vSbCfGfuNXNKAen4vHOWoe939saNE_1sDaCImpsb07nwZh-m4MbeUQ_A09-roXqzZFTvZ5V/s1600/img010.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjacNkXmUQyW4sePJ-wmw2NXLCO_y9usBnXN33ifITWFbMNr74Bmff_QjwpUfZZtjCC9M-b-vSbCfGfuNXNKAen4vHOWoe939saNE_1sDaCImpsb07nwZh-m4MbeUQ_A09-roXqzZFTvZ5V/s400/img010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539423327759548226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCCK7-tvUtOdL95XbGbsZssczIiyRTtGkC3QnI4UCD7vWo0nwNlhee015WlBVXFBVcFhSVPef1P-k3RopqYog3D1bXtsT4ppW-7ojkIFbOvY9RDtJB0RenKnk-Mju1Qlqe38zHmjq_GrA/s1600/img008.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCCK7-tvUtOdL95XbGbsZssczIiyRTtGkC3QnI4UCD7vWo0nwNlhee015WlBVXFBVcFhSVPef1P-k3RopqYog3D1bXtsT4ppW-7ojkIFbOvY9RDtJB0RenKnk-Mju1Qlqe38zHmjq_GrA/s400/img008.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539426269000294706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KaUOftlf5KfLUfqQuR4yj5v0PnE9BzFOk2CSzCBg8HRcWV9mPSB-00r6HGMvhG1e_Cch0Qx7u14jYCD47RGnWah-R1wa2ktYCe6DZfbg5voXUL09aFa2W3AWRqUSpDkfDRmPowjpn8Ph/s1600/img020.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KaUOftlf5KfLUfqQuR4yj5v0PnE9BzFOk2CSzCBg8HRcWV9mPSB-00r6HGMvhG1e_Cch0Qx7u14jYCD47RGnWah-R1wa2ktYCe6DZfbg5voXUL09aFa2W3AWRqUSpDkfDRmPowjpn8Ph/s400/img020.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539423329843392754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Santorini</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8gAKqULEhJMUEq7FOinj5FKPc2fz3uXA4xAceAL9_4ETxjckCoOZyUgvqFQyx9BqdDdzbd897k7T9B6H5GFOqh4WwsJEIzhZwWFrkJzFLOFOD748vguES_BwEAeenMyR7VPkkhkEIyTx/s1600/img011.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG8gAKqULEhJMUEq7FOinj5FKPc2fz3uXA4xAceAL9_4ETxjckCoOZyUgvqFQyx9BqdDdzbd897k7T9B6H5GFOqh4WwsJEIzhZwWFrkJzFLOFOD748vguES_BwEAeenMyR7VPkkhkEIyTx/s400/img011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539423318515347170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-size:small;">Naxos</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4KaUOftlf5KfLUfqQuR4yj5v0PnE9BzFOk2CSzCBg8HRcWV9mPSB-00r6HGMvhG1e_Cch0Qx7u14jYCD47RGnWah-R1wa2ktYCe6DZfbg5voXUL09aFa2W3AWRqUSpDkfDRmPowjpn8Ph/s1600/img020.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Such a beautiful climate, very LA light, flavorful food, friendly, lively people. It's a funny place, bankrupt so lots of grime and half constructed buildings everywhere, but beautiful and real and gritty... Athens is quite like LA.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Acropolis was fantastic. Surreal to see with my own 2 eyes. Structures that I've learned about and had somewhere in the back of my mind for god knows how long, through god knows how many boring "Surveys of Western Art" and "Histories of Western Civilization" lectures. There I was, sweating, in sandals and a panama hat. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6giYfeTu95sIZ57SjgODLEGk2TNM1PqcqxlmMuPBleEzAyEWijGlTpuPflWj_bEUSUw7JZ918n-p7nV42JTIkvxV6ZlHIeCDl7hOneVxw7J3z_18l8XJw26mQ9O_uKzUgfMTeis9oMpx4/s1600/img044.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6giYfeTu95sIZ57SjgODLEGk2TNM1PqcqxlmMuPBleEzAyEWijGlTpuPflWj_bEUSUw7JZ918n-p7nV42JTIkvxV6ZlHIeCDl7hOneVxw7J3z_18l8XJw26mQ9O_uKzUgfMTeis9oMpx4/s400/img044.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539423344116065714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6giYfeTu95sIZ57SjgODLEGk2TNM1PqcqxlmMuPBleEzAyEWijGlTpuPflWj_bEUSUw7JZ918n-p7nV42JTIkvxV6ZlHIeCDl7hOneVxw7J3z_18l8XJw26mQ9O_uKzUgfMTeis9oMpx4/s1600/img044.jpg"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It was interesting to learn that all the marble monuments were actually painted different colors - I had never thought about that. I always pictured them just white marble... for instance the top frieze of the parthenon was painted a bright cobalt blue and had little stars painted on the ceiling. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Most of the frieze was stolen by Lord Elgin and now housed in the British Museum. What a bastard. Hopefully they will be returned. But they do have some of the original, and some re-creations. They also have this massive flowery plant like abstract sculpture thing that was originally at the peak of the roof of the Parthenon. Never pictured that before either. Amazing how your ideas of what something is/was are just transformed with a little background knowledge. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">There are two excellent museums - one of Archaeology and one brand new one, just for the Acropolis. The Acropolis one is at the foot of the hill and has a nice terrace where you can watch the sunset with your coffee. Also, they constructed these see-through walking floors to see the entire old city below your feet. You can learn about the ancients and see all sorts of loot that they dug up from the grounds. It's fascinating. Actually maybe more fascinating than the actual buildings on the hill are the stories about the "Slope People" ... the people who lived in the surrounding area, and the more humble temples they put up for worship. They weren't all allowed at the top, which was reserved for higher ups, so these temples were more community/public. It's funny. I tried asking the guards a lot of questions just about the life back then. So much of it is known, yet so much isn't. How, exactly, do you worship Athena? What was the role of women? What did they eat in the ceremonies? There's a lot of questions that I had to leave up to my imagination.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGjjNKns27bdNPcu-wrJBPxCkWtKsjhgs5k8HQJYvBlYxOw4DiaQcRktXi9R0YngKb53pD0yjze8WjW8Ha8j0psK3YAHIrrwUxAQVyD2XkOHB2rACXa5hxc9ljHu2bLL5d9iJmLQMbz8r/s1600/59358_432636110685_629895685_5799833_2847409_n.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkGjjNKns27bdNPcu-wrJBPxCkWtKsjhgs5k8HQJYvBlYxOw4DiaQcRktXi9R0YngKb53pD0yjze8WjW8Ha8j0psK3YAHIrrwUxAQVyD2XkOHB2rACXa5hxc9ljHu2bLL5d9iJmLQMbz8r/s400/59358_432636110685_629895685_5799833_2847409_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539426251841320578" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The big sculpture as you might know is called a kouros - a boy - they made them as funerary monuments mostly, buried them, and dedicated to the gods.... this is one of the most massive ones they have found, buried in the ground below a temple. These also would have been painted. I think they recreated the foot. They were supposed to represent some version of perfection of human form.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Anyway. Greece! culture, history, art, swimming pools and sun, and pretty cheap all together. highly recommended.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAskJCuHD9t7UOxU874It70kwTIv-5vPU1sddKqwq5VjVtfD4Bjmr92uXYUgKOD8SaRT7z7mneRtp1LHst0C3lYU0_gpyYQsEqKJJliMaPrSRsHZACIlq24VYFXdEJGjAwFguVy_7LJ6A1/s1600/img018.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAskJCuHD9t7UOxU874It70kwTIv-5vPU1sddKqwq5VjVtfD4Bjmr92uXYUgKOD8SaRT7z7mneRtp1LHst0C3lYU0_gpyYQsEqKJJliMaPrSRsHZACIlq24VYFXdEJGjAwFguVy_7LJ6A1/s400/img018.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539423335396083794" style="cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Hm3S1VwHHVsu_l9eXyah6h_ER4dKA1HEPkvjN1FCn7NbUv2-q6BEwT18J770LpVutKW8ZrmH_yUrfRX6PLQexgYmc6WEKpXCrz41N6vNaUg0fwHRF1hUUk8m5sdc4Zp6Ah6Mrb5rXClB/s1600/img050.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Hm3S1VwHHVsu_l9eXyah6h_ER4dKA1HEPkvjN1FCn7NbUv2-q6BEwT18J770LpVutKW8ZrmH_yUrfRX6PLQexgYmc6WEKpXCrz41N6vNaUg0fwHRF1hUUk8m5sdc4Zp6Ah6Mrb5rXClB/s400/img050.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539426262951304418" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px; " /></span></a></span></span></div></span></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-74897857228887994862010-09-29T14:33:00.000-07:002010-09-29T16:51:31.960-07:00favorite things revisited: environment<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Back in September I made a running list of likes and dislikes of Edinburgh. So, with a year now under my belt- here are my elaborations, adjustments, edits, re-assessments. I'll split them up into various posts. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">ORIGINAL FAVORITE THINGS - CATEGORY 1: NATURAL ENVIRONMENT</span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>the sky, the clouds, the horizon the light the speed of the weather, </b></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>king arthur's seat, living in scotland, the color of the clouds, the color of the mountains</b></span></i></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yes - these things still ring very, very true, if anything, my appreciation for the natural environment of Scotland has grown stronger, deeper and better understood. Trips all over have encouraged my love for the righteous, brooding landscape. My practice as an artist has been deeply affected by this. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrN6Gr1cD28ZhjKWgq3Bg4QmWUt0B7M6hd2ABkXMRplTk0vD21Tb5ap2PUtQ__3gKDF9mu8Of_WT0iKOXkbNZO4ge4EIqXSvbnH-5J9T62P0Tjfw6h4XwxPOZxI9NgBUoX57QrkunO93CZ/s1600/DSC03210.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrN6Gr1cD28ZhjKWgq3Bg4QmWUt0B7M6hd2ABkXMRplTk0vD21Tb5ap2PUtQ__3gKDF9mu8Of_WT0iKOXkbNZO4ge4EIqXSvbnH-5J9T62P0Tjfw6h4XwxPOZxI9NgBUoX57QrkunO93CZ/s400/DSC03210.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522481859697425986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Within Edinburgh, Arthur's Seat was my place for time out, a minute to think, a dose of inspiration, fresh air, and a good work out. Further out, the Isles of Arran and Skye, the northwestern coastline, the Trossachs, small villages like Torridon and Fort Augustus, the Outer Hebrides and Isles of Lewis and Harris, Glen Coe, Loch Maree ... places with nearly indescribable beauty. Pictures do no justice, but alas- </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EnJZobIxhn-ZXjJqOyWOJ_EDS6MJTqo_ONz4gK5nq0teywZgT1-2Bn1YzwBNT2_Gc08J7xk-HJ-MvnLKQXFVIw90tn6Rs4PnGJJ0xufOez8j3sWNXNWVGJt13UDUo6wS7-janpVlT0qv/s1600/DSC05059.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6EnJZobIxhn-ZXjJqOyWOJ_EDS6MJTqo_ONz4gK5nq0teywZgT1-2Bn1YzwBNT2_Gc08J7xk-HJ-MvnLKQXFVIw90tn6Rs4PnGJJ0xufOez8j3sWNXNWVGJt13UDUo6wS7-janpVlT0qv/s400/DSC05059.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522466875719891250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; 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width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But on last year's list, you'll find this zinger: </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">it's been sunny the whole month!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Don't know what country I arrived to last year. It couldn't have been Scotland. September 2009 was SO sunny. September 2010 is. So. Grey. All. The. Time. All. Year. Long. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Yes, this is why the landscape is so beautiful, lots of rain makes things very, very green. Yes, there is something cosy about staying in on a rainy day, with your pot of tea, soup on the stove, loaf of bread in the oven, projects laid out in front of you, and no desire to go take a jog or have a drink at an outdoor terrace, because, as they say, it's "pishing down". Yes, there is the coziness and the productivity that comes with a rainy day.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">But I have to ask, how do you do it, Scots? What is your advice? How do you wake up year after year to so many cloudy mornings? It's beautiful, but there is grey everywhere!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh51hSl7QrxWKYmwfgR4QjP6j2frP1AOoAekPRcor7itu-BEUBx_T9L3F1xMmxPSS9tMWD0XnAhyphenhyphenLX_sxYcPnldAdYalMH9OYqbGbkwOPNivr82j3pETCLpbCV4jMpxnnRPMzSJlSOpGJh/s1600/DSC05395.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh51hSl7QrxWKYmwfgR4QjP6j2frP1AOoAekPRcor7itu-BEUBx_T9L3F1xMmxPSS9tMWD0XnAhyphenhyphenLX_sxYcPnldAdYalMH9OYqbGbkwOPNivr82j3pETCLpbCV4jMpxnnRPMzSJlSOpGJh/s400/DSC05395.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522479077308532978" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've been struck dumb by the beauty of a rapidly passing cloud swooping over the North Bridge, tucking behind a volcanic mountain facing out on to the sea that shimmers with the pinken-ing, purple-ing dusk light...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">... as readily as I curse the harshness of that same cloud as it expands, turns a menacing shade of grey and opens up into rain that falls diagonally into my face as I'm walking home from the studio, and it's too late to catch a bus, I'm too proud to take a taxi, I'm carrying my laptop, my lunch bag, my coffee mug, and 4 library books, and I wore ballerina flats because they went with my outfit.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Oh, and my umbrella just flipped inside out, flipped back again, flipped inside out again, and came unhinged altogether, and there's still another mile to go. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic; font-size:small;">(TRUE STORY)</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Bottom line, I've come to see pros and cons of the Scottish natural environment. Like with most things, Joni Mitchell puts it best: "I've looked at clouds from both sides now."</span></span></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-39082335020357657592010-08-20T03:01:00.000-07:002010-08-20T03:05:40.840-07:00tonite ...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', serif; ">The Postgraduate Degree Exhibition at ECA is TONIGHT! I can't believe it is finally here.... Here's a small preview .... But if you are in the Edinburgh area please come! </span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuSozF6FNHFnPRO3ArrX8jLZiKCFsJ9dMolv5RvEP9KZXb9Q2bLJp0uPxEhpTSWr_ZfTG_NhgqPZnIG8nfa9PfPRVPsLr7HZbAiLSJVorIFJSqe8h6-FH5cf8RR7gOcNbw07bmmeGwuVy/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuSozF6FNHFnPRO3ArrX8jLZiKCFsJ9dMolv5RvEP9KZXb9Q2bLJp0uPxEhpTSWr_ZfTG_NhgqPZnIG8nfa9PfPRVPsLr7HZbAiLSJVorIFJSqe8h6-FH5cf8RR7gOcNbw07bmmeGwuVy/s400/IMG_1415.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507430400000798722" /></a> <div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixuSozF6FNHFnPRO3ArrX8jLZiKCFsJ9dMolv5RvEP9KZXb9Q2bLJp0uPxEhpTSWr_ZfTG_NhgqPZnIG8nfa9PfPRVPsLr7HZbAiLSJVorIFJSqe8h6-FH5cf8RR7gOcNbw07bmmeGwuVy/s1600/IMG_1415.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SFy0KcpXJWmuI3BZ3r5L6l8T_ylWNcflqutjUWrSMJDIwckXLHEu5TETaKvFz608dXVeF0MZFX9zVFWg1Y2qFWHfIGrGjRXycFF5JezV4opnyDl8dA6Ttl9IZosiDd6nF9GNWPaQCm16/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SFy0KcpXJWmuI3BZ3r5L6l8T_ylWNcflqutjUWrSMJDIwckXLHEu5TETaKvFz608dXVeF0MZFX9zVFWg1Y2qFWHfIGrGjRXycFF5JezV4opnyDl8dA6Ttl9IZosiDd6nF9GNWPaQCm16/s400/IMG_1193.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507430390138285714" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0SFy0KcpXJWmuI3BZ3r5L6l8T_ylWNcflqutjUWrSMJDIwckXLHEu5TETaKvFz608dXVeF0MZFX9zVFWg1Y2qFWHfIGrGjRXycFF5JezV4opnyDl8dA6Ttl9IZosiDd6nF9GNWPaQCm16/s1600/IMG_1193.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0Me-Zal3vPwBkDLvITyZQ2CP0MFkTE9Iz09HWl_ZEgJ48hDLjwUtD0gXhQ_OoGI6c2jfQlfYgGlIF171LEdip2d4f1duNno0yNKh5EwBOTpniQatKiJsgn8TCFgwgsGRQY-gXogzi4T1/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 144px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0Me-Zal3vPwBkDLvITyZQ2CP0MFkTE9Iz09HWl_ZEgJ48hDLjwUtD0gXhQ_OoGI6c2jfQlfYgGlIF171LEdip2d4f1duNno0yNKh5EwBOTpniQatKiJsgn8TCFgwgsGRQY-gXogzi4T1/s400/IMG_1208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507430385375700226" /></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0Me-Zal3vPwBkDLvITyZQ2CP0MFkTE9Iz09HWl_ZEgJ48hDLjwUtD0gXhQ_OoGI6c2jfQlfYgGlIF171LEdip2d4f1duNno0yNKh5EwBOTpniQatKiJsgn8TCFgwgsGRQY-gXogzi4T1/s1600/IMG_1208.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncBl40ZzbaJ8QLqnBewScNp7OZVQ72uw93_oRdq77r1ODwGlYuemyQZCHlzBD2qPR4tay-Ze6R79oBlfmPm_eV5Ut7zPQd6o45l4w-B7bnO_MjvUfulxd5l4XLC-f8zw5DTI0j75XgBIS/s1600/IMG_1365.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjncBl40ZzbaJ8QLqnBewScNp7OZVQ72uw93_oRdq77r1ODwGlYuemyQZCHlzBD2qPR4tay-Ze6R79oBlfmPm_eV5Ut7zPQd6o45l4w-B7bnO_MjvUfulxd5l4XLC-f8zw5DTI0j75XgBIS/s400/IMG_1365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507430359955917714" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-70053525370322630882010-08-15T14:42:00.000-07:002010-08-15T14:47:42.977-07:00quick update<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I feel bad because I haven't kept up this blog as much lately, just so busy with my master's degree exhibition along with some travel and visitors (posts about this forthcoming!) </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">As part of the exhibition we have to keep blogs relating to our practice as artists. So if you are interested, please visit<a href="http://lindseyfyfe.blogspot.com/"> http://lindseyfyfe.blogspot.com/ </a>to read 20 or so posts related to my paintings and drawings and the work and research I've done at the Edinburgh College of Art. </span></span></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-68455999571902011262010-08-08T12:59:00.000-07:002010-08-08T13:00:47.993-07:00art studios.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm in a great studio right now. With fewer students on the course, we've been able to stretch out in a way that wasn't possible during the year. It's a cube, 4 big walls, huge windows - from which to keep tabs on the fickle weather patterns of edinburgh - tall ceilings, a giant table for my oils and paints, a clear table for my drawings, a kettle station, and three lovely girls to share the room with. It's a 5th floor walk up, so it keeps me fit!</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span><div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLBfaRpak17MvbfQE4lk5cd4DlFDGXDIHc5oqk-4NS9Jek-53z0BN4DGOgYNFSIi22XI1LZ4NBua7UthzUhJhFTLCTM2EtcUgt4QF4o2PkYHAEd6oBdBoUbWSxMrWowZfj5mn3NSQ/s1600/DSC06752.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLBfaRpak17MvbfQE4lk5cd4DlFDGXDIHc5oqk-4NS9Jek-53z0BN4DGOgYNFSIi22XI1LZ4NBua7UthzUhJhFTLCTM2EtcUgt4QF4o2PkYHAEd6oBdBoUbWSxMrWowZfj5mn3NSQ/s400/DSC06752.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503115551969793842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMLBfaRpak17MvbfQE4lk5cd4DlFDGXDIHc5oqk-4NS9Jek-53z0BN4DGOgYNFSIi22XI1LZ4NBua7UthzUhJhFTLCTM2EtcUgt4QF4o2PkYHAEd6oBdBoUbWSxMrWowZfj5mn3NSQ/s1600/DSC06752.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFjttlIb8G9DRXQg8s98tJUtBRtSy-DldKcK1qN-oJLccYMsXv7bml9pjUoTSzqrrewlohcdQlMCzHcaQ6n3OKUu87kDt5VPEYqc1Ji08vitR8Lnq9FCddihZswf1-SO8H7zVeAWj/s1600/DSC04539.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFjttlIb8G9DRXQg8s98tJUtBRtSy-DldKcK1qN-oJLccYMsXv7bml9pjUoTSzqrrewlohcdQlMCzHcaQ6n3OKUu87kDt5VPEYqc1Ji08vitR8Lnq9FCddihZswf1-SO8H7zVeAWj/s400/DSC04539.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503116324422342834" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFFjttlIb8G9DRXQg8s98tJUtBRtSy-DldKcK1qN-oJLccYMsXv7bml9pjUoTSzqrrewlohcdQlMCzHcaQ6n3OKUu87kDt5VPEYqc1Ji08vitR8Lnq9FCddihZswf1-SO8H7zVeAWj/s1600/DSC04539.JPG"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I started thinking about studios past.</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It's unfortunate that I don't have photos because my first studio was great. My parents helped me outfit our basement with everything. The centerpiece was this big metal gas tank that we painted to look like a Holstein. I spent plenty of time down there preparing my portfolio for undergrad, and making Christmas presents.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In undergrad I had a drawing s</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">tudio and a painting studio, as our program was divided into different classes. The spaces were good, but working in 2 rooms created a rift in my drawings and paintings. The works were never able to relate to one another without me lugging canvases down the hallway.</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1xfdxrmBPeFMCCCxSqnWtVC8Vr8r1N1-mYjyn59nJMHSVK6JdXQrSoEgYwuVQpcZbLL4HJHpKOpecKlSFj-gC-uv3k7UkMssxMcLfMId6v5Swwp_yoFw-sZTuG5PrXG6cK9nFEfz/s1600/n12201066_30012082_7196.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1xfdxrmBPeFMCCCxSqnWtVC8Vr8r1N1-mYjyn59nJMHSVK6JdXQrSoEgYwuVQpcZbLL4HJHpKOpecKlSFj-gC-uv3k7UkMssxMcLfMId6v5Swwp_yoFw-sZTuG5PrXG6cK9nFEfz/s400/n12201066_30012082_7196.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503115313001183170" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhu1xfdxrmBPeFMCCCxSqnWtVC8Vr8r1N1-mYjyn59nJMHSVK6JdXQrSoEgYwuVQpcZbLL4HJHpKOpecKlSFj-gC-uv3k7UkMssxMcLfMId6v5Swwp_yoFw-sZTuG5PrXG6cK9nFEfz/s1600/n12201066_30012082_7196.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Me and Janet Sorenson, Skidmore Painting studio 2005</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjuWzIN-Uoi0sTSfuHibx6bOGr3JNAiLqP6GePjl5zGivm_w1S7YpbLK7TyenYWmhNn3lM3IyM5ky4DZzoPffwhJVohfI0YTnI2RRxjx4IjJIU5PYIC_5MWlFVRGSmu9blb49tP2d/s1600/n12201066_30012084_2885.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjuWzIN-Uoi0sTSfuHibx6bOGr3JNAiLqP6GePjl5zGivm_w1S7YpbLK7TyenYWmhNn3lM3IyM5ky4DZzoPffwhJVohfI0YTnI2RRxjx4IjJIU5PYIC_5MWlFVRGSmu9blb49tP2d/s400/n12201066_30012084_2885.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503115314603307458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRjuWzIN-Uoi0sTSfuHibx6bOGr3JNAiLqP6GePjl5zGivm_w1S7YpbLK7TyenYWmhNn3lM3IyM5ky4DZzoPffwhJVohfI0YTnI2RRxjx4IjJIU5PYIC_5MWlFVRGSmu9blb49tP2d/s1600/n12201066_30012084_2885.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Skidmore Drawing studio, 2004</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I graduated and stayed living in Upstate New York with 2 artists. One sacrificed a bedroom and slept on the couch all year so that we could use the extra space as a painting studio. I loved the light, the hardwood floors, and the crown molding on this one. And also the view from the balcony onto what I think was voted "The Most Picturesque American Main Street" (shown below).</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNGrX2QKPMTN2hU6FVV3EW6ulZ7G-yym7vWAm8BkLIgPruAiG0crPJdKp1yjNwzSIAQk81G46ofHmC3VgxqwXLi7_jA3_eYX91uYkUE1RztZhlLcyLLzirPh_FmUgJyEGCEvDHhhg/s1600/DSC00110.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNGrX2QKPMTN2hU6FVV3EW6ulZ7G-yym7vWAm8BkLIgPruAiG0crPJdKp1yjNwzSIAQk81G46ofHmC3VgxqwXLi7_jA3_eYX91uYkUE1RztZhlLcyLLzirPh_FmUgJyEGCEvDHhhg/s400/DSC00110.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503122963661587906" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Our old doggie Petey hanging out amidst paintings</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJNGrX2QKPMTN2hU6FVV3EW6ulZ7G-yym7vWAm8BkLIgPruAiG0crPJdKp1yjNwzSIAQk81G46ofHmC3VgxqwXLi7_jA3_eYX91uYkUE1RztZhlLcyLLzirPh_FmUgJyEGCEvDHhhg/s1600/DSC00110.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmYtgF_xGnqsUldUKufE_KJFQGCc00dLrjEidCw0tqw5JCCe_vMIWw6_wJBVgVtHtxz4j_jY6H1LRIo4IxC-tsaFF5r3V5cu-pyxguYG5nOzMvXwagd1dH2PyqFWd_FnZITTwTRGv/s1600/DSC00241.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmYtgF_xGnqsUldUKufE_KJFQGCc00dLrjEidCw0tqw5JCCe_vMIWw6_wJBVgVtHtxz4j_jY6H1LRIo4IxC-tsaFF5r3V5cu-pyxguYG5nOzMvXwagd1dH2PyqFWd_FnZITTwTRGv/s400/DSC00241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503122198391975410" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">View from studio windows</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Shortly after this I found myself painting outside of Asheville, North Carolina at a residency called </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Wildacres</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">. I had an entire log cabin in the woods to myself, no phone line, internet or neighbors for a mile, and yes, it was as scary as it sounds. NPR and the excellent local bluegrass station kept me company as I painted the landscape. On the table they kept a journal of all the artists from years past. I read every entry.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQkRs_vMj1vZp32yRwIoh2UonbwGDDCa6dfYq7_kokCGx3cWqkX3sx5x2dWmadN39R1I877Twir3Va15PK9V5EGbjgmLGiA5V-yijQs4nK9esXrSMYcsvog4yPywbn-N3N6lxKEr-u/s1600/n12201066_31053488_3288.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQkRs_vMj1vZp32yRwIoh2UonbwGDDCa6dfYq7_kokCGx3cWqkX3sx5x2dWmadN39R1I877Twir3Va15PK9V5EGbjgmLGiA5V-yijQs4nK9esXrSMYcsvog4yPywbn-N3N6lxKEr-u/s400/n12201066_31053488_3288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503116891549736850" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjmYtgF_xGnqsUldUKufE_KJFQGCc00dLrjEidCw0tqw5JCCe_vMIWw6_wJBVgVtHtxz4j_jY6H1LRIo4IxC-tsaFF5r3V5cu-pyxguYG5nOzMvXwagd1dH2PyqFWd_FnZITTwTRGv/s1600/DSC00241.JPG"></a></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Then there was Los Angeles. My apartment was absolutely tiny, but I managed to sleep, eat, draw and paint in the same room. The lovely California weather encouraged this because I could leave the door open most of the day, and eat meals out on the porch. My collages developed a lot during these years as they were not as obtrusive to make as large oil paintings.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg155cqAem5nWzaLB2-laJOu1sx9gfBklLmV9bIJIR2ajaukUTI-zrNvRQO13AxxtTOoeJR8Fz_AdZ-6FNjxsA0SIGqvb9u42Mqb3ewL1aL1bFdt06WPgLFOR9iFvYH13SQpYanVagP/s1600/n12201066_31217889_2754.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg155cqAem5nWzaLB2-laJOu1sx9gfBklLmV9bIJIR2ajaukUTI-zrNvRQO13AxxtTOoeJR8Fz_AdZ-6FNjxsA0SIGqvb9u42Mqb3ewL1aL1bFdt06WPgLFOR9iFvYH13SQpYanVagP/s400/n12201066_31217889_2754.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503115306328542722" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Finally, the start of the year at ECA. I was in the same studio as now, but a different corner. Not bad, but I had clear view of the door. It was hard not to chat with every person who came in, or even if we didn't chat, just the acknowledgement could prove a distraction. Also there were only 2 walls so my poor paintings ended up in stacks. </span><br /></span><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-KHUHUYbXTgksjGrzgL4WnJLTaUuhKbcgOSfVgtd8Ley_NeiN3-CSdWnuj09_b3PXLhKsJa9_ddm3Is-uj48RhKD4ahGEDOiA3KReklyIfy7DjkNyjTNzHLRW7-M-vCh7XYU-qMm/s1600/16947_542146057913_12201066_32338854_344507_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH-KHUHUYbXTgksjGrzgL4WnJLTaUuhKbcgOSfVgtd8Ley_NeiN3-CSdWnuj09_b3PXLhKsJa9_ddm3Is-uj48RhKD4ahGEDOiA3KReklyIfy7DjkNyjTNzHLRW7-M-vCh7XYU-qMm/s400/16947_542146057913_12201066_32338854_344507_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503115421129873890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm happy to say that I've consistently had some form of studio for going on ten years now.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-46133461605900338392010-07-22T18:21:00.000-07:002010-07-22T18:22:10.224-07:00patterns<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Patterns and repetitions are everywhere in Edinburgh. In any city, but I'm used to Los Angeles, which is all knots and tangles and palm trees and street signs in many languages. Even with its wynds and closes and ups and downs, Edinburgh seems so visually organized in comparison.</span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tCysRKLix0fqrdt-JpaqzLb04vKXU8fJhYpQPn5eq5ALkXsWn1ovTCM5kIhanfzGg6fIFvj7sTF5XsWOn7KCimOtDyN5pr9OYJ-qwXwQDOtyLn3lG2rZMm6mlBAWHgnQmuPNKY1i/s1600/DSC06207.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-tCysRKLix0fqrdt-JpaqzLb04vKXU8fJhYpQPn5eq5ALkXsWn1ovTCM5kIhanfzGg6fIFvj7sTF5XsWOn7KCimOtDyN5pr9OYJ-qwXwQDOtyLn3lG2rZMm6mlBAWHgnQmuPNKY1i/s400/DSC06207.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496900271108106178" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhP0070PjpaNMVU1V9apR0wTi-1KNZuMm0A2ASUPV9GffvgenGJrHF2bloMr6zkELL1izGdcLTU_tqRjL9_3bX5h2kvtN5RPoZxyAD9zfqkxUGXfH3_UOxpH1VTifaDdOccgJwxiyw/s1600/DSC04522.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhP0070PjpaNMVU1V9apR0wTi-1KNZuMm0A2ASUPV9GffvgenGJrHF2bloMr6zkELL1izGdcLTU_tqRjL9_3bX5h2kvtN5RPoZxyAD9zfqkxUGXfH3_UOxpH1VTifaDdOccgJwxiyw/s400/DSC04522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496900296076273634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhP0070PjpaNMVU1V9apR0wTi-1KNZuMm0A2ASUPV9GffvgenGJrHF2bloMr6zkELL1izGdcLTU_tqRjL9_3bX5h2kvtN5RPoZxyAD9zfqkxUGXfH3_UOxpH1VTifaDdOccgJwxiyw/s1600/DSC04522.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR38TTuPIBQpcir5GMTpgpD8DqIXYbshHHzuL3UrjpW2QSgjhq0ZF3L3RbT1UloRM03PZGhc-a_jDRXky6siG0mzfbw5APYKxRsdLsgAedL7FQpZQLddFYIscEUJwwT5HTRiAUaUu8/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR38TTuPIBQpcir5GMTpgpD8DqIXYbshHHzuL3UrjpW2QSgjhq0ZF3L3RbT1UloRM03PZGhc-a_jDRXky6siG0mzfbw5APYKxRsdLsgAedL7FQpZQLddFYIscEUJwwT5HTRiAUaUu8/s400/IMG_0219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496902886616517762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR38TTuPIBQpcir5GMTpgpD8DqIXYbshHHzuL3UrjpW2QSgjhq0ZF3L3RbT1UloRM03PZGhc-a_jDRXky6siG0mzfbw5APYKxRsdLsgAedL7FQpZQLddFYIscEUJwwT5HTRiAUaUu8/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4Fi14muLN4fQA8BPFVGIsrIpSJo7DrC3oLzBTnBStTt0IS1jTZAPDg5pvw5izccZ9uRwlnL3KavARixzQJayT-kN6CKV-VcJy5zaKoutI_UYidrNxEn8LSFCXkKNoei-Tyy_lT0n/s1600/DSC04366.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4Fi14muLN4fQA8BPFVGIsrIpSJo7DrC3oLzBTnBStTt0IS1jTZAPDg5pvw5izccZ9uRwlnL3KavARixzQJayT-kN6CKV-VcJy5zaKoutI_UYidrNxEn8LSFCXkKNoei-Tyy_lT0n/s400/DSC04366.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496902883453268498" style="cursor: pointer; 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" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWkei-zlpjWodvel1dvKGNHpQwUavCjws2IeVXFWKsxDBgxePuIm6Cj_mYmlcCnsE2v6KHHEhVpxFd7SimUxGqBvHCI6UWkaWPD9E_iLcEyN3_muEhyphenhyphenTw18be1EXX0PhaUmToRQb_9/s1600/DSC04665.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The first curiosity I noticed upon moving to Edinburgh? All the little chimney flues lined up on the roofs. Is it that American flues are embedded internally, so we don't see them? Or does it mean a hearth in every room of the house? I don't actually know why there are so many. But I love them. I love how they define the city's horizon line, like little teeth, little cogs in a wheel pulled straight.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXxXb8JdiBkqjqqP4ubt0p4JfNoA4OrsLTxl9H4bN42PFlFC5MjGi3dYn0DylNo_MbmYkH8ZGdL9j_7StxkRi1FxJLlz0i0-Ctbl1t4NXwKdPVZa7hmxZehGQslCkSiTd5Dznj0az/s1600/DSC06709.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLXxXb8JdiBkqjqqP4ubt0p4JfNoA4OrsLTxl9H4bN42PFlFC5MjGi3dYn0DylNo_MbmYkH8ZGdL9j_7StxkRi1FxJLlz0i0-Ctbl1t4NXwKdPVZa7hmxZehGQslCkSiTd5Dznj0az/s400/DSC06709.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496900263317434386" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">("Lang mey yer lum reek"!)</span></i></span></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-5849186548945662372010-07-22T16:18:00.000-07:002010-07-22T16:44:22.291-07:00studio.<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here is the invitation to our degree exhibition scheduled to open August 20th from 6-8 @ Edinburgh College of Art. If you are in the area, I do hope to see you there. We have been working like madwomen up in our 5th floor walk-up studio.</span></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjg-54ZFnP24dklwrt7Btn0aNSalzr9XaRf33S7gCmPeTZxLUiN0mtINTHsw3WIQKNmHlnTJubR0hLSw0SM2xhJiXmUPFJI2vgvOlWVf6VX2Z3G_uaQ4apqc8j8H75acTZ0Af3XUCgp0TL/s1600/MAposter_versionblack.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjg-54ZFnP24dklwrt7Btn0aNSalzr9XaRf33S7gCmPeTZxLUiN0mtINTHsw3WIQKNmHlnTJubR0hLSw0SM2xhJiXmUPFJI2vgvOlWVf6VX2Z3G_uaQ4apqc8j8H75acTZ0Af3XUCgp0TL/s400/MAposter_versionblack.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496875422915089778" /></span></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">After many dark, cold, slow months in the studio, I can't believe that the exhibition is now weeks around the corner. I've been working more productively and positively this summer than, maybe, all year. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">In May, our group of MA/MFA students wrote a detailed letter of complaint to ECA. For many reasons, we were overwhelmingly disappointed in the course throughout the 2009-2010 academic year. I won't go into detail here, but rather dwell on the good news that, in response to our concern, our department has kicked into gear. A system of support, opacity and organization has been put into place this summer, in the form of structured group/individual tutorials and critiques, scheduled gallery tours and talks, regular email contact and a general sense that somebody is invested in our practice as graduate students. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">This came as a big change from business as usual @ ECA during the past year. I can't help but believe that this greater sense of support from above has contributed to a more productive working period for me, maybe for all of us.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Here is a sneak preview of a new series of works in progress, done primarily in coloured pencil.</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDDUoBWy9OispWISpWrMuc7HWqpdyPcIJ3xP8p3baNiHhC7JJMsI1FYU4o5UzSsSl9Al-ClO3g5pmuOTufLcKhAu62VcOChv6TEt1iaCR5moPXSr4vXLMLDtagWHHNs5Lkup62xfxo512/s1600/DSC06701.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDDUoBWy9OispWISpWrMuc7HWqpdyPcIJ3xP8p3baNiHhC7JJMsI1FYU4o5UzSsSl9Al-ClO3g5pmuOTufLcKhAu62VcOChv6TEt1iaCR5moPXSr4vXLMLDtagWHHNs5Lkup62xfxo512/s400/DSC06701.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496874749197303090" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHi1ZHYkxx3hJyhm-uopkmDTe5HyS5niFgY_SafThkYcGcjJKBw1Fl6x5zs8pKdqZukkAJQ0ALKZRZ4_bDwCr2n44u4UhIFy96bdPMwpUFgCdW8QMSatO2GI1757kYkVe9DTZRt1ZRSoUU/s1600/DSC06702.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHi1ZHYkxx3hJyhm-uopkmDTe5HyS5niFgY_SafThkYcGcjJKBw1Fl6x5zs8pKdqZukkAJQ0ALKZRZ4_bDwCr2n44u4UhIFy96bdPMwpUFgCdW8QMSatO2GI1757kYkVe9DTZRt1ZRSoUU/s400/DSC06702.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496874755496625778" /></a>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-84532813728563241762010-07-21T16:25:00.000-07:002010-07-21T16:26:00.108-07:00sunday sessions<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sunday afternoons, with the studio closed, afford the opportunity to participate in any number of music sessions throughout Edinburgh.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Xlq_7qH2EQqhuxCdqncH5DXX6aCDGZflyFglrjrAbS-jrH5cj_xZjVH57Y11uTCSB1igAhMiqtWgG9Tk02_hOinXPJ6kHBVuFGSu-QHW4TsxwR3mmitmD31dkyFSsN9HzAVlKcfc/s1600/DSC06678.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Xlq_7qH2EQqhuxCdqncH5DXX6aCDGZflyFglrjrAbS-jrH5cj_xZjVH57Y11uTCSB1igAhMiqtWgG9Tk02_hOinXPJ6kHBVuFGSu-QHW4TsxwR3mmitmD31dkyFSsN9HzAVlKcfc/s400/DSC06678.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501155824441250" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dalriada, in Portobello, is particularly nice...</span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYWkCu_ANkLJcaPg6jhsK4IkJzirasF0RpgzDNcvu2L_fo4potmiRrbb2GErTp0BJSmXKAl-PoF1LluKoeeQNiNhRf5Nikn1FazPCFu4b90Pq-OWi4MmFGeNzTLcE_sUzUGN2cXre/s1600/DSC06675.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tIwHplIdV45GaTYT2mhzJOVBncv0HmOfOKJAZaan6PE81eh5OE-PLAPQLFncYxH81MIQMA2qUbvBHckYvhwt8IwHJarNgVhm7Gg1kIlFFpKldaxDEGO_FbQvJNE7iOC7_MjfmGYZ/s1600/DSC06665.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tIwHplIdV45GaTYT2mhzJOVBncv0HmOfOKJAZaan6PE81eh5OE-PLAPQLFncYxH81MIQMA2qUbvBHckYvhwt8IwHJarNgVhm7Gg1kIlFFpKldaxDEGO_FbQvJNE7iOC7_MjfmGYZ/s400/DSC06665.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501174976001522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1tIwHplIdV45GaTYT2mhzJOVBncv0HmOfOKJAZaan6PE81eh5OE-PLAPQLFncYxH81MIQMA2qUbvBHckYvhwt8IwHJarNgVhm7Gg1kIlFFpKldaxDEGO_FbQvJNE7iOC7_MjfmGYZ/s1600/DSC06665.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2pfW2B08ZEd_-nssV5vWuP899HEAkUGw3atiQr86LsIDu9wndfpg8OIdvz4KIvkqU4ukSuAxcETWFZ2GgPtQEr7thPaWZDq47gm43YqHw5z6YzpdWQ6E0LSTCpSTf8aIpYl0nITC/s1600/DSC06662.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc2pfW2B08ZEd_-nssV5vWuP899HEAkUGw3atiQr86LsIDu9wndfpg8OIdvz4KIvkqU4ukSuAxcETWFZ2GgPtQEr7thPaWZDq47gm43YqHw5z6YzpdWQ6E0LSTCpSTf8aIpYl0nITC/s400/DSC06662.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496503856561238706" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYWkCu_ANkLJcaPg6jhsK4IkJzirasF0RpgzDNcvu2L_fo4potmiRrbb2GErTp0BJSmXKAl-PoF1LluKoeeQNiNhRf5Nikn1FazPCFu4b90Pq-OWi4MmFGeNzTLcE_sUzUGN2cXre/s1600/DSC06675.JPG"></a><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">...what with it's high ceilings, sea views, and seamless merge between audience and performer...</span></span></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzYWkCu_ANkLJcaPg6jhsK4IkJzirasF0RpgzDNcvu2L_fo4potmiRrbb2GErTp0BJSmXKAl-PoF1LluKoeeQNiNhRf5Nikn1FazPCFu4b90Pq-OWi4MmFGeNzTLcE_sUzUGN2cXre/s1600/DSC06675.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MTAMY_lBqww8uUSsahn7iCMfmLjXq4sh6kKwsHHRc8ShoENj6w9BQ-iVZvrjcUprkm1TLDL9p3g8qVLZBkhvV8aKr48jvU9qAS0jZGW_NKdcKZwGrfD9E26QmyKfr9mKoFOIygpq/s1600/DSC06672.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MTAMY_lBqww8uUSsahn7iCMfmLjXq4sh6kKwsHHRc8ShoENj6w9BQ-iVZvrjcUprkm1TLDL9p3g8qVLZBkhvV8aKr48jvU9qAS0jZGW_NKdcKZwGrfD9E26QmyKfr9mKoFOIygpq/s400/DSC06672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501163242551202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:small;">...all held together by a ringleader who encourages the somewhat stage-frightened to just go ahead and do a song.</span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2MTAMY_lBqww8uUSsahn7iCMfmLjXq4sh6kKwsHHRc8ShoENj6w9BQ-iVZvrjcUprkm1TLDL9p3g8qVLZBkhvV8aKr48jvU9qAS0jZGW_NKdcKZwGrfD9E26QmyKfr9mKoFOIygpq/s1600/DSC06672.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR08GjDszh8CDso2UvYwZA9Dr9Gr0K5ldPlYXVEowCo2XR9yOEbnHDTKuW6wXYrQvsXfrr1uoPz5x79qX8WnQ0PlnI9EDwfodZh2vrUbKceTIp8VEdo2p8WPLMn8BMR176Zil2TcJh/s1600/DSC06666.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR08GjDszh8CDso2UvYwZA9Dr9Gr0K5ldPlYXVEowCo2XR9yOEbnHDTKuW6wXYrQvsXfrr1uoPz5x79qX8WnQ0PlnI9EDwfodZh2vrUbKceTIp8VEdo2p8WPLMn8BMR176Zil2TcJh/s400/DSC06666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496501159266636226" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">(I sang two)</span></span></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-18667342906998600862010-07-05T02:47:00.000-07:002010-08-23T11:19:27.250-07:00birthday present<div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSoIZvpgIXvx6SNuoCCOHA8nYveYxIa_wkWIItlxEU07i7LZ7DwTqyfSqKrHdV0xti06vR0WJR7hWJ9qnvjWUdxbquAY7y74M5h6QAh5NZ0ILjKjhxlEaICzPLgqJigrwS_3Gqv6Wygah/s1600/DSC06616.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghSoIZvpgIXvx6SNuoCCOHA8nYveYxIa_wkWIItlxEU07i7LZ7DwTqyfSqKrHdV0xti06vR0WJR7hWJ9qnvjWUdxbquAY7y74M5h6QAh5NZ0ILjKjhxlEaICzPLgqJigrwS_3Gqv6Wygah/s400/DSC06616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490356795726592210" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">art, music and coffee = happy lindsey </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Thanks to my dear friend and fellow music-maker Mike, for this wonderful birthday present, an Ozark mandolin. In his words, "It's small and blond, just like you". I've really enjoyed learning and playing the mandolin this year, supported by the incredible folk music scene in Scotland. Equipped with such a lovely new instrument, I've been much more inclined to practice. The chords I know now extend beyond G, C & D, which opens things up a little! </span></span></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-91294199546825191252010-07-05T02:37:00.000-07:002010-07-05T02:46:47.836-07:00coffee break @ eca campus<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I look down, I miss all the good stuff. </span></span></div><div><div><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7ZvQjRFjrbaDNzXVPHJStMqTB3CsBINQoT9AnfrouYmv6gIhQuczvNx95GriZpZsebtzGdarCAEVmx8jhpFpkTAvEaUqtHj0ank0EyX2kjw2fC6ZiOVwBC7cS4cRg_USIDy1D1t80JE9/s1600/IMG_0287.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig7ZvQjRFjrbaDNzXVPHJStMqTB3CsBINQoT9AnfrouYmv6gIhQuczvNx95GriZpZsebtzGdarCAEVmx8jhpFpkTAvEaUqtHj0ank0EyX2kjw2fC6ZiOVwBC7cS4cRg_USIDy1D1t80JE9/s400/IMG_0287.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490355133124472370" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">When I look up, I just trip over things. </span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpL3mvOI2FSV0MBevz8niCJRLbR8Z0QHPz9GQ9GEhRByqPAjlicc2TBcdCuU0uqRHwAOBGuQ02wtMIqYa42JDPwNzWSMHhF3yce8CLOMGUgDQX393eOPaM50hfHX03xAYctphO8ZbzoK3/s1600/IMG_0288.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPpL3mvOI2FSV0MBevz8niCJRLbR8Z0QHPz9GQ9GEhRByqPAjlicc2TBcdCuU0uqRHwAOBGuQ02wtMIqYa42JDPwNzWSMHhF3yce8CLOMGUgDQX393eOPaM50hfHX03xAYctphO8ZbzoK3/s400/IMG_0288.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490354272243085810" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqruV-M_4lmooSEXLVlBYdcC7Fa11M_cejpmmCZ2eoUQjSEkWd3mYUJlYkNE5Ry28lfxq93dTndKZJ6APDUhUZ3bUumZRBst4wdcNAplMCRwEjTli3FuxhmxU5zN_6BNpBi9kZKA9xyml/s1600/IMG_0289.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqruV-M_4lmooSEXLVlBYdcC7Fa11M_cejpmmCZ2eoUQjSEkWd3mYUJlYkNE5Ry28lfxq93dTndKZJ6APDUhUZ3bUumZRBst4wdcNAplMCRwEjTli3FuxhmxU5zN_6BNpBi9kZKA9xyml/s400/IMG_0289.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490354285966574946" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEOlcJbdjpcL32W4vTG7yocyF7vtZUgeZ7QOVd-lAkA0ErbKpSecsejcG2F1NPgWf9vgNIMzMT42k8VHO1f7TZnapOGkQrQEWVIQAIdXy37Vi6SWJLLsBpePKihMxDc9oePsXuwIqnMgZ/s1600/IMG_0291.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUEOlcJbdjpcL32W4vTG7yocyF7vtZUgeZ7QOVd-lAkA0ErbKpSecsejcG2F1NPgWf9vgNIMzMT42k8VHO1f7TZnapOGkQrQEWVIQAIdXy37Vi6SWJLLsBpePKihMxDc9oePsXuwIqnMgZ/s400/IMG_0291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490354278388937042" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>- a. difranco</i></span></span></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-46573277573939846442010-07-01T11:28:00.000-07:002010-07-01T12:24:29.267-07:00Sunday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Maybe it's obvious but cooking is very similar to making art whereas</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b> ingredients + some magical unknown element = potential for a masterpiece. </b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That said, I find a bad day in the kitchen as frustrating as a bad day in the studio. On Sunday I failed trying to make jam for the first, maybe second time. Things started out ok.</span></span><div><div><div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_tyhWQhsz9XqxQTX_LxAEmXsvox6IZsTg5ZzL6Vv_fY9rn7RUNzaEo41r9hzYEzHntnRFDeszLFgmrpunB8IOBm3O6UuT0ROong91FJ3VYpSLq52wRVqm1swJd3QKsJn0zvylUWSPbL-/s1600/DSC06576.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG_tyhWQhsz9XqxQTX_LxAEmXsvox6IZsTg5ZzL6Vv_fY9rn7RUNzaEo41r9hzYEzHntnRFDeszLFgmrpunB8IOBm3O6UuT0ROong91FJ3VYpSLq52wRVqm1swJd3QKsJn0zvylUWSPbL-/s400/DSC06576.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489007164421119842" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Somewhere between lemon juice, boiling points, and flavored pectin substitutes my jam turned out as a tart mushy fruit paste. At least I had my mom on skype to make me feel better about things (thanks mom). Ask her, and she'll tell you that I am irrationally irritable about kitchen fails. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Thankfully, the day got better from there. I ventured to the lovely seaside village of Portobello. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYOOTfy4nCnzY6pmaQjlJVPBPO9cUzHABwkDaJag12ukD7hsWwlAGHdvU2S9iq5kPZ-Mg0w2n_vEFlkdIEwJ-hyGPnb29zTO9VSd7fxT4nEh6rdbkqtpG70pz1Wl0litCE5M3kYEnbmAL/s1600/DSC06588.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYOOTfy4nCnzY6pmaQjlJVPBPO9cUzHABwkDaJag12ukD7hsWwlAGHdvU2S9iq5kPZ-Mg0w2n_vEFlkdIEwJ-hyGPnb29zTO9VSd7fxT4nEh6rdbkqtpG70pz1Wl0litCE5M3kYEnbmAL/s400/DSC06588.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489007192558389858" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">new hat</span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguYOOTfy4nCnzY6pmaQjlJVPBPO9cUzHABwkDaJag12ukD7hsWwlAGHdvU2S9iq5kPZ-Mg0w2n_vEFlkdIEwJ-hyGPnb29zTO9VSd7fxT4nEh6rdbkqtpG70pz1Wl0litCE5M3kYEnbmAL/s1600/DSC06588.JPG"></a><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMU4M-cdMGkbnjzajNNdlfYDXcuHetsuNdUK9vo-xltf8hNTIInajIYV3wSDmBadYu2IqiAuEmiNH4SR3IQaQudcUU_DsqnueDw1pU9ncmYXuivKSQfxutzrLoTc65tr3fjTk0a44yRLf/s1600/DSC06591.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMU4M-cdMGkbnjzajNNdlfYDXcuHetsuNdUK9vo-xltf8hNTIInajIYV3wSDmBadYu2IqiAuEmiNH4SR3IQaQudcUU_DsqnueDw1pU9ncmYXuivKSQfxutzrLoTc65tr3fjTk0a44yRLf/s400/DSC06591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489007184724141538" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i>Portobello Beach, 9 PM </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgMU4M-cdMGkbnjzajNNdlfYDXcuHetsuNdUK9vo-xltf8hNTIInajIYV3wSDmBadYu2IqiAuEmiNH4SR3IQaQudcUU_DsqnueDw1pU9ncmYXuivKSQfxutzrLoTc65tr3fjTk0a44yRLf/s1600/DSC06591.JPG"></a></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Some musicians friends, and ringleaders of the Edinburgh folk music scene, Bill and Sue, had the "kids" over for chili and cornbread and a glass of wine. Now, Sue is the kind of person who probably never has disastrous days in the kitchen. Their home is down a narrow tree-lined street, and is full of homemade tea pots, art all over the walls, instruments all over the floor, delicious concoctions coming from the kitchen all the time, and a stone wall herb garden out back where sea winds blow in from the east.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHiu0OHVFf8qD6ktk2YrztokWveAH7-R6y0MNeVSLAsUcMA-1ZDmSBudu813ktEAaDFDjENDCizkTtW8pxy6NfPnExFe2Dhmbl-9fV3lRMKfc6OLJlwd5lC-jvgg5berpl9_maq4dH4Gr/s1600/DSC06582.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYHiu0OHVFf8qD6ktk2YrztokWveAH7-R6y0MNeVSLAsUcMA-1ZDmSBudu813ktEAaDFDjENDCizkTtW8pxy6NfPnExFe2Dhmbl-9fV3lRMKfc6OLJlwd5lC-jvgg5berpl9_maq4dH4Gr/s400/DSC06582.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489007173359883458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">wee street in Portobello </span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySElf5k4ZFvnZ10BfU6yVZX1aaa_M4suPkGmbKjxdLk-Z12KXNe4LUjqknF0VSiMiXj0c-viepko4rGEjHGvmfIHHzVnS7zWSzAMSS0Kxp93wsM0aIur0IZFzWnq5gVMt2sM_TrdYdbrC/s1600/DSC06595.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhySElf5k4ZFvnZ10BfU6yVZX1aaa_M4suPkGmbKjxdLk-Z12KXNe4LUjqknF0VSiMiXj0c-viepko4rGEjHGvmfIHHzVnS7zWSzAMSS0Kxp93wsM0aIur0IZFzWnq5gVMt2sM_TrdYdbrC/s400/DSC06595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489007204621017458" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></span></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:small;"><i>buddies mike & dave, with bikes and banjos </i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The chili was superb, and wine always tastes better surrounded by friends, out in backyard herb gardens as the sun sets. Nice evening! I left feeling full and blessed, and altogether better about the whole jam failure. </span></span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-69382480035013817482010-06-30T11:53:00.000-07:002010-06-30T17:39:35.429-07:00Let's talk about British things I don't understand<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Queue-ing </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioy5eo3NgtQbK51Cny28CrzH2Wj-KoU6Z5uBbYOsrKFb0biCw7ZcM4Lt-6D7ybwH8xFL3cIRtwklcj4flY-4i_oOSfUdvVzc41VnNb-ztoRTPtiNYdvzLfHmXuOJm6tUy8QD1WbKx7WhwF/s1600/DSC06573.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioy5eo3NgtQbK51Cny28CrzH2Wj-KoU6Z5uBbYOsrKFb0biCw7ZcM4Lt-6D7ybwH8xFL3cIRtwklcj4flY-4i_oOSfUdvVzc41VnNb-ztoRTPtiNYdvzLfHmXuOJm6tUy8QD1WbKx7WhwF/s400/DSC06573.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488642195790511858" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioy5eo3NgtQbK51Cny28CrzH2Wj-KoU6Z5uBbYOsrKFb0biCw7ZcM4Lt-6D7ybwH8xFL3cIRtwklcj4flY-4i_oOSfUdvVzc41VnNb-ztoRTPtiNYdvzLfHmXuOJm6tUy8QD1WbKx7WhwF/s1600/DSC06573.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">This is the line of people waiting for a taxi cab last Saturday night. This is Leith Walk, but you'll see lines like this, and some that are much longer, scattered throughout the city. The cab system here is really bizarre and organized, no need for hails and whistles, just stand in the politely formed line full of rather impolitely intoxicated people. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You can still hail a cab if you want to, but if you are standing in the wrong place, or on the improper side of the road, don't be surprised if the driver keeps going. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't really get the logic behind all of this, but hey- whatever gets people home safe and sound I suppose. As for me, on most nights I'll stick to walking, knowing that it'll get me home faster and cheaper. </span></span></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-3101664406607200462010-06-21T07:43:00.000-07:002010-06-21T07:58:14.062-07:00Around the neighborhood<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Here is Calton Hill, a nice green area near my flat. It used to be an ancient execution ground for warlocks! Scotland is crazy historical like that. I often go up here and sketch, take in the views, and occasionally play music with friends. This photo was taken on a day when I did all three.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lEuaM8ADOGUIIp5lFrcYj5kAKGwqgdH8tRjnok_xaGb__gF53sBEd9oonJ184DS1iAtQ4NFY31PzD06lBBsyDxnGRVYsUfgKoRSbLUnqYaTyjcZH7ceEyL57hmcvjN1vDP69mzUdpAjO/s1600/IMG_0279.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8lEuaM8ADOGUIIp5lFrcYj5kAKGwqgdH8tRjnok_xaGb__gF53sBEd9oonJ184DS1iAtQ4NFY31PzD06lBBsyDxnGRVYsUfgKoRSbLUnqYaTyjcZH7ceEyL57hmcvjN1vDP69mzUdpAjO/s400/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485238025611395986" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And here is the Scottish Monument which sits atop the hill, and was meant to honor Scottish Soldiers from the Napoleonic Wars. For some reason (£££?) the Parthenon-like structure was never completed and the project was abandoned in 1829. Scots felt great embarrassment about this fact for a while, calling it "Scotland's Disgrace", but no one seems to care now. If anything, it just seems a little random. But it's fun to climb around on, and acts as a nice centerpiece to the hilltop setting. </span></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQ8Y8ziGjX3uP549V0zQMbUEdM1vtruWo1Uu0QmAnYS3geJ-FRKwPITt_63x0HUdwNZpPjIestJ6eb_fgHp7gp5auZquVQI4ZphSwI-c-mD4RGvLYnJY4ns1EW2Q1SrOYe0GNoGrs_b9V/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIQ8Y8ziGjX3uP549V0zQMbUEdM1vtruWo1Uu0QmAnYS3geJ-FRKwPITt_63x0HUdwNZpPjIestJ6eb_fgHp7gp5auZquVQI4ZphSwI-c-mD4RGvLYnJY4ns1EW2Q1SrOYe0GNoGrs_b9V/s400/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485238034940993538" /></a>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-1449871307559390192010-06-21T06:53:00.000-07:002010-06-21T17:54:26.396-07:00the earth is the one thing under my feet<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i>(the be good tanyas, "ship out on the sea") </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_zMTJiOThJ2EU4gz2dSveU09kp6f702KqfdcK4DqmDpFNw4zGg3hcKzBf795H3nRhL224vdhNDul8uqjRAyS8luq-QkAgsW2ornBZxAIiZNSsjZMzG_1wNo2L7yT8wV79U955CbPEIG9/s1600/IMG_0268.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm_zMTJiOThJ2EU4gz2dSveU09kp6f702KqfdcK4DqmDpFNw4zGg3hcKzBf795H3nRhL224vdhNDul8uqjRAyS8luq-QkAgsW2ornBZxAIiZNSsjZMzG_1wNo2L7yT8wV79U955CbPEIG9/s400/IMG_0268.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485225881331287714" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The best way to get around Edinburgh is afoot.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvDR42qnM147muM7Iy-7Y-fDO3KuMAGZn3fzreaAQZm3iJXWqN-hNesXziafYPty0h-ht2TR6KaU_wSxlN4e6FcgDMyo_pFIPyIuPt3ZiQCUPua4We3XLRqJu92KLmqSoPUC1P4IyfTlF/s1600/IMG_0269.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvDR42qnM147muM7Iy-7Y-fDO3KuMAGZn3fzreaAQZm3iJXWqN-hNesXziafYPty0h-ht2TR6KaU_wSxlN4e6FcgDMyo_pFIPyIuPt3ZiQCUPua4We3XLRqJu92KLmqSoPUC1P4IyfTlF/s400/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485225873196156210" /></a><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvDR42qnM147muM7Iy-7Y-fDO3KuMAGZn3fzreaAQZm3iJXWqN-hNesXziafYPty0h-ht2TR6KaU_wSxlN4e6FcgDMyo_pFIPyIuPt3ZiQCUPua4We3XLRqJu92KLmqSoPUC1P4IyfTlF/s1600/IMG_0269.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">(If it's raining, you'll want the front seat of the bus, on top)<br /></span></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuvDR42qnM147muM7Iy-7Y-fDO3KuMAGZn3fzreaAQZm3iJXWqN-hNesXziafYPty0h-ht2TR6KaU_wSxlN4e6FcgDMyo_pFIPyIuPt3ZiQCUPua4We3XLRqJu92KLmqSoPUC1P4IyfTlF/s1600/IMG_0269.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJrxAsgrB2TsMAZ85H3SyO2Rad9pVf8aTyoqFQJN-wHa4mdNu2cOw1ITUuDqK0VJjUunWJPcaYkEnWZaFiVH47JlwiRXANKha1QjYEttsr_vEtidfygo4tF7Ti-Tx-ndwv2NrBUv1XswX/s1600/IMG_0275.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJrxAsgrB2TsMAZ85H3SyO2Rad9pVf8aTyoqFQJN-wHa4mdNu2cOw1ITUuDqK0VJjUunWJPcaYkEnWZaFiVH47JlwiRXANKha1QjYEttsr_vEtidfygo4tF7Ti-Tx-ndwv2NrBUv1XswX/s400/IMG_0275.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485225858353139202" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDJrxAsgrB2TsMAZ85H3SyO2Rad9pVf8aTyoqFQJN-wHa4mdNu2cOw1ITUuDqK0VJjUunWJPcaYkEnWZaFiVH47JlwiRXANKha1QjYEttsr_vEtidfygo4tF7Ti-Tx-ndwv2NrBUv1XswX/s1600/IMG_0275.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:small;">The to-and-from walk to my campus studio is 3.6 miles. Some days I end up walking upwards to 5 miles a day without blinking an eye. </span><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLRfmjqZL1_70vw5staMvY_5YEJ0l3Cu468xMcBlWgb_yJQZajBmQqVoAt11ELBR5SujR6UnHi7oqkGLNqJ7EndkC3qIY1VjjKgbxcfYjrDxTMj5AITYDKfNSI4NI8WL80x-zg7l39YP3/s1600/IMG_0274.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLRfmjqZL1_70vw5staMvY_5YEJ0l3Cu468xMcBlWgb_yJQZajBmQqVoAt11ELBR5SujR6UnHi7oqkGLNqJ7EndkC3qIY1VjjKgbxcfYjrDxTMj5AITYDKfNSI4NI8WL80x-zg7l39YP3/s400/IMG_0274.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485225332189576482" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuLRfmjqZL1_70vw5staMvY_5YEJ0l3Cu468xMcBlWgb_yJQZajBmQqVoAt11ELBR5SujR6UnHi7oqkGLNqJ7EndkC3qIY1VjjKgbxcfYjrDxTMj5AITYDKfNSI4NI8WL80x-zg7l39YP3/s1600/IMG_0274.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:small;">This year, I have the unusual luxury of not needing full time employment. It is a year to cherish, once again a student, more than ever an artist. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMza26PFaEFgVUgGwpVXvENquzFOqxwi2OWL9xV86e8gcoHtakxwbYwjKt3ERWx9W8Uj0IOAtnelUdiH03si9bP1nn1wm8VTKSu9KOMj0BFkXY4JjROz9JHiVfpRoPuQU7PVcGUzGikrm/s1600/IMG_0272.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMza26PFaEFgVUgGwpVXvENquzFOqxwi2OWL9xV86e8gcoHtakxwbYwjKt3ERWx9W8Uj0IOAtnelUdiH03si9bP1nn1wm8VTKSu9KOMj0BFkXY4JjROz9JHiVfpRoPuQU7PVcGUzGikrm/s400/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485225324590534274" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWMza26PFaEFgVUgGwpVXvENquzFOqxwi2OWL9xV86e8gcoHtakxwbYwjKt3ERWx9W8Uj0IOAtnelUdiH03si9bP1nn1wm8VTKSu9KOMj0BFkXY4JjROz9JHiVfpRoPuQU7PVcGUzGikrm/s1600/IMG_0272.jpg"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I revel in seeing new streets, catching conversation fragments, taking short cuts and long ways. I feel closest to understanding the city that can never really be my own during the transitions between Points A & B...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11BYvoce6eEJ4hUHISMkJWXSL5VSAsfsrbHDRbOAJ6OR4j8n_tfK-NE912Gkw8xLukFAbJDPfi267DzEHfjLw48ZtE8iEdUyheuARdQE8PacFqUdAw7tXvRFhbSoPXJemWICouZMWDVni/s1600/IMG_0270.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh11BYvoce6eEJ4hUHISMkJWXSL5VSAsfsrbHDRbOAJ6OR4j8n_tfK-NE912Gkw8xLukFAbJDPfi267DzEHfjLw48ZtE8iEdUyheuARdQE8PacFqUdAw7tXvRFhbSoPXJemWICouZMWDVni/s400/IMG_0270.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485225317179063426" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">... The space between where I was, and where I need to go.</span></span></span></span></span></div></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-27515001776640083632010-05-26T15:33:00.000-07:002010-06-21T10:44:52.185-07:00President's Dinner, Haddington<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5ECvsVNWTwhzSPnmC87p_ICqdfPrhc1jn50KjbeL0nR8ZlJOfuR6t_U2pZMBadYdvz8fE9_FgQhBce3M-INyai260ShKAkr4CHkpM9ddJ1wJIlZhlCyxfErbIYhjTlNHyzrCQ_nQuTIt/s1600/30553_547095923343_12201066_32515431_4025700_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL5ECvsVNWTwhzSPnmC87p_ICqdfPrhc1jn50KjbeL0nR8ZlJOfuR6t_U2pZMBadYdvz8fE9_FgQhBce3M-INyai260ShKAkr4CHkpM9ddJ1wJIlZhlCyxfErbIYhjTlNHyzrCQ_nQuTIt/s400/30553_547095923343_12201066_32515431_4025700_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475710548367088514" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Thanks to the Dunbar Club for including me in their President's Dinner in Haddington on May 15. Got some Ceilidh dancing in...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwicSwkzHjQpQ0YRJdR2KVvrV9rOkdWtONf4F_NWEThkKjxXIAv1ueck3iAbr51IMUyqR0X4Yc7FVsVXb_7' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">...And as always good 'craic' with my counselors and Dunbar club members.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i>'Craic' is an old word that means good fun, entertainment, conversation. You wouldn't experience 'good craic' alone, even if you are doing something fun, as craic is always social. </i></span></span></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-86632447096492211662010-05-23T07:41:00.000-07:002010-05-23T08:21:16.250-07:00Here Comes The Sun<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The weather suddenly turned gorgeous! Seriously gorgeous! I </span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">sunbathed</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> yesterday and even got a little burnt. Can't tell you how much I have craved this kind of weather. The art studio is conveniently closed this week for assessments. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm spending every minute I can outside.</span></span><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Up9qrIjSXogdCBOPYpm39q1JWztSiMb2KVjtNwkCSEdEy4GvYg1jakmOqbNaAwrzF-ZeosPJ4peEiC7HgtWaX0MAomqdOfUCjHHpiSNBFJuN3C1kmHyUuD0ElESHwvbb2l91qNJt3JBk/s1600/28122_396780080685_629895685_4830460_4362051_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Up9qrIjSXogdCBOPYpm39q1JWztSiMb2KVjtNwkCSEdEy4GvYg1jakmOqbNaAwrzF-ZeosPJ4peEiC7HgtWaX0MAomqdOfUCjHHpiSNBFJuN3C1kmHyUuD0ElESHwvbb2l91qNJt3JBk/s400/28122_396780080685_629895685_4830460_4362051_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474475859847990338" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blackford Hills</span></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbDkUE0y7hXPiK7Tki-ucTF3kj6XWh7FNFz9lBzyPXpc_nlk5KJBUKs4Y_45fb6mm5CXjofFIuNZbC6Vm_yV8oU73niIWa5fNYLL-0ilzQrhD2iE0faaY5ZhFUvLyMoXaJIUWQROs8-PQ/s1600/photo-2.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxbDkUE0y7hXPiK7Tki-ucTF3kj6XWh7FNFz9lBzyPXpc_nlk5KJBUKs4Y_45fb6mm5CXjofFIuNZbC6Vm_yV8oU73niIWa5fNYLL-0ilzQrhD2iE0faaY5ZhFUvLyMoXaJIUWQROs8-PQ/s400/photo-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474478672009027138" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">view of Arthur's Seat </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRONUE1-cQwwM3TG966SoX9wRKaowypl04UNf5Tcd2jhtcSgLOJQbh4lVRRrGnRS3zG-BgGfygpGBQsBE3gbGwUREo2PobeeU6r4alxDUGaY8IVbUcb9YzgAHctxJzmtj8zgob7eypBUcT/s1600/28122_396780335685_629895685_4830489_6169268_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRONUE1-cQwwM3TG966SoX9wRKaowypl04UNf5Tcd2jhtcSgLOJQbh4lVRRrGnRS3zG-BgGfygpGBQsBE3gbGwUREo2PobeeU6r4alxDUGaY8IVbUcb9YzgAHctxJzmtj8zgob7eypBUcT/s400/28122_396780335685_629895685_4830489_6169268_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474475869874663890" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">with my friend Brenda (aka hipster Heidi) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKANbkWYM5OLnoxlQVanwnZ9TdHBl8i9OMnnkv31uicdye1BGHIt4qZF69vZvxVH9bTaIPxKUDqEz67rndm3zVPZm_oKPsq2_xzUUH1Xws2EbsKKQC3pfpwjKYcM7DyGgm0VRpg4fpybKa/s1600/photo-3.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKANbkWYM5OLnoxlQVanwnZ9TdHBl8i9OMnnkv31uicdye1BGHIt4qZF69vZvxVH9bTaIPxKUDqEz67rndm3zVPZm_oKPsq2_xzUUH1Xws2EbsKKQC3pfpwjKYcM7DyGgm0VRpg4fpybKa/s400/photo-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474478667488539762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKANbkWYM5OLnoxlQVanwnZ9TdHBl8i9OMnnkv31uicdye1BGHIt4qZF69vZvxVH9bTaIPxKUDqEz67rndm3zVPZm_oKPsq2_xzUUH1Xws2EbsKKQC3pfpwjKYcM7DyGgm0VRpg4fpybKa/s1600/photo-3.jpg"></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Me (aka hipster Klerchen)</span></span></div></span></span></div></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHax0CkR8Sy2SEt6pkgV1Zn1tG9cIIm7thfZ_M8vzRQdkpAjeXdVwzXi9sBFuQ3KgqoyTwDY3sQaph4EQ1IcenXDhJNSoP-_Bg4-mQGcPofEG_V8x6ku_p7pL5g1xzxEjYnOg-RVg38Nh/s1600/28122_396780365685_629895685_4830492_7093196_n.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivHax0CkR8Sy2SEt6pkgV1Zn1tG9cIIm7thfZ_M8vzRQdkpAjeXdVwzXi9sBFuQ3KgqoyTwDY3sQaph4EQ1IcenXDhJNSoP-_Bg4-mQGcPofEG_V8x6ku_p7pL5g1xzxEjYnOg-RVg38Nh/s400/28122_396780365685_629895685_4830492_7093196_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474478663946843602" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pW2_pVQrPOrhjl3_hwGwlqEOGi2e6_BZTc3Zl4X1vqlyCrCtpBtMv4cE52VM81NR5RnZX6kq8vIz3__HLl6qRFfEBjsowClkpW_CNnn8tVHETToaKs2qiaA30JQcK3Q74b6_6CYarzJa/s1600/28122_396780550685_629895685_4830515_3559732_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7pW2_pVQrPOrhjl3_hwGwlqEOGi2e6_BZTc3Zl4X1vqlyCrCtpBtMv4cE52VM81NR5RnZX6kq8vIz3__HLl6qRFfEBjsowClkpW_CNnn8tVHETToaKs2qiaA30JQcK3Q74b6_6CYarzJa/s400/28122_396780550685_629895685_4830515_3559732_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474475872728830850" /></a><br /><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">What a day! LOOK at that color! And then, as a bonus, we found this bench atop the mountain:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVAxAnDxFgkWOV6fSE9IhZ8nKYKI5RQpSNtoaGnf2gPi3G4Uc7TRHykrf7LuzqbR7hPjx75qwtmcAasgseS2TblbSGVWMJhyphenhyphenlIJUnTSVotj0yt1WJQwgqXNBYx1YoP0s_ccQP58UdN7OG/s1600/photo-4.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRVAxAnDxFgkWOV6fSE9IhZ8nKYKI5RQpSNtoaGnf2gPi3G4Uc7TRHykrf7LuzqbR7hPjx75qwtmcAasgseS2TblbSGVWMJhyphenhyphenlIJUnTSVotj0yt1WJQwgqXNBYx1YoP0s_ccQP58UdN7OG/s400/photo-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474478674698774866" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:small;">The world misses you, George. (PS: you're my favorite).</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BgIZKsRayUTcWekElIYHFbJ-_r2icwIoHi5nNVAnkFcd343xStFfsKMLizahVR_KS6HqKPZqfrhF9mdT4RjowmA9pW6JFi3QFmJ1DyVwIWId7xvrj3vOVMmCp0iJLravMkkWxuSPgGpr/s1600/slide0008_image007.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-BgIZKsRayUTcWekElIYHFbJ-_r2icwIoHi5nNVAnkFcd343xStFfsKMLizahVR_KS6HqKPZqfrhF9mdT4RjowmA9pW6JFi3QFmJ1DyVwIWId7xvrj3vOVMmCp0iJLravMkkWxuSPgGpr/s400/slide0008_image007.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474480461779627650" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Little darlin, the smiles returning to the faces</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Little darlin, it feels like years since it's been here</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Here comes the sun </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>Here comes the sun</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i>and I say, It's Alright....</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-54224681699385916292010-05-16T08:11:00.000-07:002010-05-26T15:29:54.184-07:00Failte gu Steornabhagh!<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Welcome to Stornoway! </span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande', serif;font-size:11px;"></span>Three Rotary scholar girls and I recently returned from a visit to one of the farther reaches of Scotland - the Isles of Lewis & Harris. Is it a rule that the farther away you go away from humanity the more beautiful it gets? </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't actually think that, because people are great.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That said, there was some intensely beautiful scenery that continues to pop into my daydreams since I've returned back to the city. Landscape so windswept, so mournful and joyful at the same time, so diverse and evocative that you hardly believe you are on planet earth. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszRxMfAZd_QBM62UbAoGtMxUfGJuVQd97_P1KyoDf26bbth7dIKAL6Di5PlnFGicxZneQVRjivOumZud66r5QwNz2qN66ZWUie93Ueb_BzPz33VhxoUiS_ufOAlX7dHfMQzqWn9z3NYqh/s1600/CNV00065.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszRxMfAZd_QBM62UbAoGtMxUfGJuVQd97_P1KyoDf26bbth7dIKAL6Di5PlnFGicxZneQVRjivOumZud66r5QwNz2qN66ZWUie93Ueb_BzPz33VhxoUiS_ufOAlX7dHfMQzqWn9z3NYqh/s400/CNV00065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475691464767516770" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiszRxMfAZd_QBM62UbAoGtMxUfGJuVQd97_P1KyoDf26bbth7dIKAL6Di5PlnFGicxZneQVRjivOumZud66r5QwNz2qN66ZWUie93Ueb_BzPz33VhxoUiS_ufOAlX7dHfMQzqWn9z3NYqh/s1600/CNV00065.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-bKB6kwipr7PahVPfLyoqW4u7FqssxQZvXa8S_EbHRy9QXi8__6mVPTCPMvVWB5XOWzx-vp4yD9L8vMcAVic6fbeNFY44FuH9giIODB5H6Hu21rlgNeDFG4uLrXROWx4n_84mDGTxzeM/s1600/CNV00066.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-bKB6kwipr7PahVPfLyoqW4u7FqssxQZvXa8S_EbHRy9QXi8__6mVPTCPMvVWB5XOWzx-vp4yD9L8vMcAVic6fbeNFY44FuH9giIODB5H6Hu21rlgNeDFG4uLrXROWx4n_84mDGTxzeM/s400/CNV00066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475691469957257570" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i>Incredible beaches of South Harris </i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi-bKB6kwipr7PahVPfLyoqW4u7FqssxQZvXa8S_EbHRy9QXi8__6mVPTCPMvVWB5XOWzx-vp4yD9L8vMcAVic6fbeNFY44FuH9giIODB5H6Hu21rlgNeDFG4uLrXROWx4n_84mDGTxzeM/s1600/CNV00066.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The trip was inspired by our resident Anthropologist, Annie, who is pursuing a PhD in Gaelic culture in Scotland. The Outer Hebrides are home to Scotland's largest Gaelic population, so it is the perfect place for Annie to do her research. We contacted the Rotary club of Stornoway, Isle of Lewis. The club went out of their way to open their homes to us. They were generous enough to drive us all over the islands, and we got a great sense of the area from such a thorough tour. I've compiled a "Best Of the Hebrides" list for anyone who might find themselves out on the islands some day. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>1. The highland coos grazing on the side of the road</b></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4bg1wXV8J6pBIuHcEowdbT69XMqlgHeJqcRkoBVLmNUO25R-HQq52ZEBqCOmubYYVDBM5c_ok7lCLsWGPKjH6Mz3LAuPA6a5GcbVpmBXQ6m81HQND-ebnAyBfR1BI6jrobCMwZBj7Slz/s1600/CNV00061.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4bg1wXV8J6pBIuHcEowdbT69XMqlgHeJqcRkoBVLmNUO25R-HQq52ZEBqCOmubYYVDBM5c_ok7lCLsWGPKjH6Mz3LAuPA6a5GcbVpmBXQ6m81HQND-ebnAyBfR1BI6jrobCMwZBj7Slz/s400/CNV00061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471887157622380754" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE4bg1wXV8J6pBIuHcEowdbT69XMqlgHeJqcRkoBVLmNUO25R-HQq52ZEBqCOmubYYVDBM5c_ok7lCLsWGPKjH6Mz3LAuPA6a5GcbVpmBXQ6m81HQND-ebnAyBfR1BI6jrobCMwZBj7Slz/s1600/CNV00061.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HWCu9IzTzUqsUPfZnHzE5o7NKnbBsZ-arTC7Pp9TdZ-m7EtWJZQb4gZ7ry7ZwY5_96d2iwD_r-OxOpm3O8qA6a-rcl9ey0rfsuIo_cRJmOijALK3HRiSAGWBMK0ar2Lvn7ktiel0Zj60/s1600/CNV00062.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HWCu9IzTzUqsUPfZnHzE5o7NKnbBsZ-arTC7Pp9TdZ-m7EtWJZQb4gZ7ry7ZwY5_96d2iwD_r-OxOpm3O8qA6a-rcl9ey0rfsuIo_cRJmOijALK3HRiSAGWBMK0ar2Lvn7ktiel0Zj60/s400/CNV00062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471887141657995106" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><i>With our Rotarian host Ken MacDonald</i></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HWCu9IzTzUqsUPfZnHzE5o7NKnbBsZ-arTC7Pp9TdZ-m7EtWJZQb4gZ7ry7ZwY5_96d2iwD_r-OxOpm3O8qA6a-rcl9ey0rfsuIo_cRJmOijALK3HRiSAGWBMK0ar2Lvn7ktiel0Zj60/s1600/CNV00062.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><b>2. Harris tweed shops<br /></b></span></span><div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYkqlM4zTy_nAOXVmkawGf-tDsCDlV3YOAg7WlYb6avW60qhA9Agg7RPA3wYex5cCyBjZji3P0_KO48dsyIYqOZcsGNgPUem-ejWB3p7MHmuWYT8svX2CuxKOK3epJ1Dcw8Wh5iMP6fHX/s1600/CNV00063_2.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYkqlM4zTy_nAOXVmkawGf-tDsCDlV3YOAg7WlYb6avW60qhA9Agg7RPA3wYex5cCyBjZji3P0_KO48dsyIYqOZcsGNgPUem-ejWB3p7MHmuWYT8svX2CuxKOK3epJ1Dcw8Wh5iMP6fHX/s400/CNV00063_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471887161039621954" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicYkqlM4zTy_nAOXVmkawGf-tDsCDlV3YOAg7WlYb6avW60qhA9Agg7RPA3wYex5cCyBjZji3P0_KO48dsyIYqOZcsGNgPUem-ejWB3p7MHmuWYT8svX2CuxKOK3epJ1Dcw8Wh5iMP6fHX/s1600/CNV00063_2.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">The Harris tweed production is fascinating. If it isn't done by hand by a local artisan weaver, it is not Harris tweed. We actually got to watch some of it being made. There are thousands of varieties in beautiful colors and patterns. As an artist, I found it intriguing that such a unique, now internationally recognized form of art/craft making started out on this tiny desolate island, made by humble locals who just saw it as a means to feed their families. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b>3. Stornoway Harbour - </b>where you'll see seals and salty sailors</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBkwLalUqYNXoYY1Q7I_0xn0Dk7M2dcBLhYkiqPwVSGSQlNunY-UCChAh2s5al4Q2O8uLCPxFLloOkdTple2IDd1sdJvfseVExd66HA4e_VzcSdB1jQ04nVuEX6azlQUAEIFl5VtjDmWz/s1600/CNV00090_2.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilBkwLalUqYNXoYY1Q7I_0xn0Dk7M2dcBLhYkiqPwVSGSQlNunY-UCChAh2s5al4Q2O8uLCPxFLloOkdTple2IDd1sdJvfseVExd66HA4e_VzcSdB1jQ04nVuEX6azlQUAEIFl5VtjDmWz/s400/CNV00090_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886555030690610" style="cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">4. <b>The Western beaches of Uig</b> - next stop America. As you might be able to tell from the photos, it was windy out there. Luckily our host keeps a stationary camping caravan at the side of the beach, so the girls, our host Ken, and another Rotarian nicknamed Kenny Lemons* popped in from the winds for a cup of tea and a bite to eat. </span></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5HWCu9IzTzUqsUPfZnHzE5o7NKnbBsZ-arTC7Pp9TdZ-m7EtWJZQb4gZ7ry7ZwY5_96d2iwD_r-OxOpm3O8qA6a-rcl9ey0rfsuIo_cRJmOijALK3HRiSAGWBMK0ar2Lvn7ktiel0Zj60/s1600/CNV00062.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjADF9k0YgpKV_FwtgeR4W3xAmJtx-oFXOHMlGf9NjBlDBYKrbZ_yWAikdoPJp6SXB0okZ5RrYKaaHRFIKT0BsEHG6xiZw_vVk4PRVTnymolKZtwWTi-UJ4RW5h1SX0jUUrkmTcpM-368/s1600/CNV00077.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjADF9k0YgpKV_FwtgeR4W3xAmJtx-oFXOHMlGf9NjBlDBYKrbZ_yWAikdoPJp6SXB0okZ5RrYKaaHRFIKT0BsEHG6xiZw_vVk4PRVTnymolKZtwWTi-UJ4RW5h1SX0jUUrkmTcpM-368/s400/CNV00077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471887138927929282" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtjADF9k0YgpKV_FwtgeR4W3xAmJtx-oFXOHMlGf9NjBlDBYKrbZ_yWAikdoPJp6SXB0okZ5RrYKaaHRFIKT0BsEHG6xiZw_vVk4PRVTnymolKZtwWTi-UJ4RW5h1SX0jUUrkmTcpM-368/s1600/CNV00077.JPG"></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaG18kkMMrPOwmR1-LHric7DxKpEnVdyohSDnLVS8ZeGVCx928jToCd88G5PBKo2Qe3yD-euRasQAkfbQrumoRVumNB_KtQP4dR8EyvnWNnd_z5Tqx_nyuhU9k1kzowgQVOUAUN-UiU_u/s1600/CNV00086.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaG18kkMMrPOwmR1-LHric7DxKpEnVdyohSDnLVS8ZeGVCx928jToCd88G5PBKo2Qe3yD-euRasQAkfbQrumoRVumNB_KtQP4dR8EyvnWNnd_z5Tqx_nyuhU9k1kzowgQVOUAUN-UiU_u/s400/CNV00086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886561751162354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;font-size:small;">* Everyone in Scotland is named Kenneth, so they all need nicknames. Similarly, there were 10 pages of MacLeod surnames in the Stornoway phonebook.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5. Old Blackhouse villages -<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"> people used to live in small stone huts where they made fires inside without any chimneys or windows. They would cut peat soil from the fields into small logs and burn them all year long. We went into a house that they had done up to look authentic. It smelled nice but was thoroughly smoky and dark. So the photo is taken from the outside. </span></span></b></span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaG18kkMMrPOwmR1-LHric7DxKpEnVdyohSDnLVS8ZeGVCx928jToCd88G5PBKo2Qe3yD-euRasQAkfbQrumoRVumNB_KtQP4dR8EyvnWNnd_z5Tqx_nyuhU9k1kzowgQVOUAUN-UiU_u/s1600/CNV00086.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHpZ73nTImi_qwlhixUMEBuW_k_5nMOU2MTmA0Unv9u8qb8zcY-WjXg3VIT5J-Jo7JMBMiMd4NOrDBXEQY4Qs66kXDUxP7jQ1-XvU5gg0a9lSxtzVODlt8QqdjeCPRlijQh4PMc7ThpJd/s1600/CNV00105.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHpZ73nTImi_qwlhixUMEBuW_k_5nMOU2MTmA0Unv9u8qb8zcY-WjXg3VIT5J-Jo7JMBMiMd4NOrDBXEQY4Qs66kXDUxP7jQ1-XvU5gg0a9lSxtzVODlt8QqdjeCPRlijQh4PMc7ThpJd/s400/CNV00105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471887131308058562" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrHpZ73nTImi_qwlhixUMEBuW_k_5nMOU2MTmA0Unv9u8qb8zcY-WjXg3VIT5J-Jo7JMBMiMd4NOrDBXEQY4Qs66kXDUxP7jQ1-XvU5gg0a9lSxtzVODlt8QqdjeCPRlijQh4PMc7ThpJd/s1600/CNV00105.JPG"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">6. The Sheep Fields.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Oh wait, it's impossible to go anywhere in Scotland without seeing sheep. Which I think is great, since they were my favorite animal as a little girl in Connecticut. The wee lambs were frolicking around everywhere, so adorable. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWNWdYC86XpQkiHzHhKdf9NEJuBSc8S8gCZwDDLQSrrdhx4Xqw14HC3cEAv80UcN8GUjK64foigEQ12iHcPCbqjeZKV280-eKJl76rEcgG6lojQ26uhrbrAW2oaWckmasRCpOA4aVQ-1j/s1600/CNV00053.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWNWdYC86XpQkiHzHhKdf9NEJuBSc8S8gCZwDDLQSrrdhx4Xqw14HC3cEAv80UcN8GUjK64foigEQ12iHcPCbqjeZKV280-eKJl76rEcgG6lojQ26uhrbrAW2oaWckmasRCpOA4aVQ-1j/s400/CNV00053.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886550668787202" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px; " /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Get this- one of the Rotarians assigned to drive us around was this sort of staunch, slightly grumpy old-school guy. He drove a mint condition, cream white antique collectible car. Well, the car is now in the repair shop because HE HIT A SHEEP! No joke. The poor thing hobbled away, thank god, but we all thought it was just absurd! Who hits a sheep!? Only a grumpy old man in Scotland! </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisWNWdYC86XpQkiHzHhKdf9NEJuBSc8S8gCZwDDLQSrrdhx4Xqw14HC3cEAv80UcN8GUjK64foigEQ12iHcPCbqjeZKV280-eKJl76rEcgG6lojQ26uhrbrAW2oaWckmasRCpOA4aVQ-1j/s1600/CNV00053.JPG"></a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">6. And last but not least, </span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The Callanish Stones.</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> This ancient rock formation of 16 stones was set up in near-cross like formation around 2900 BC. It's very hard to even conceive of human beings setting up these monoliths that long ago. Or even to conceive of life that long ago. And the fact that they have remained in the same place and haven't toppled over.</span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK614Fk7hksMHbzDNm4QxDdqjXDZhsF5l-olizGPtODkNmRM-kHtV6iT5XJebJqVHD7A5nwWHg6Ml-65nkKKM18wIPiuVNAqBGw20eVEqsWboZRT-1u_vWG8zENVPSqw2oP_qqgD9h9yVz/s1600/CNV00039.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK614Fk7hksMHbzDNm4QxDdqjXDZhsF5l-olizGPtODkNmRM-kHtV6iT5XJebJqVHD7A5nwWHg6Ml-65nkKKM18wIPiuVNAqBGw20eVEqsWboZRT-1u_vWG8zENVPSqw2oP_qqgD9h9yVz/s400/CNV00039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886542782636978" /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK614Fk7hksMHbzDNm4QxDdqjXDZhsF5l-olizGPtODkNmRM-kHtV6iT5XJebJqVHD7A5nwWHg6Ml-65nkKKM18wIPiuVNAqBGw20eVEqsWboZRT-1u_vWG8zENVPSqw2oP_qqgD9h9yVz/s1600/CNV00039.JPG"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLPpZ9JUJltiLi65Pz0VlOI-8h4tv18jiuGY2XklIH_j0VYkunDjszw3uZi34-0CaCoAh9ASst-2LjqpEPi7BPjO2Ghoeqtf8ZCtiwuWagAKHmA0qVNXsD7AhtkIQRpAinD8Jb0Yc8xyL/s1600/CNV00046.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzLPpZ9JUJltiLi65Pz0VlOI-8h4tv18jiuGY2XklIH_j0VYkunDjszw3uZi34-0CaCoAh9ASst-2LjqpEPi7BPjO2Ghoeqtf8ZCtiwuWagAKHmA0qVNXsD7AhtkIQRpAinD8Jb0Yc8xyL/s400/CNV00046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471886536488819954" /></a><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I can't recommend the Outer Hebrides enough. The trip was worth the long haul from Edinburgh, which totaled about 16 hours there and back and about £90 worth of travel expense.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXBusWPHv_S4atsMoSIbWRfcZRv4DOwFoEMRuzF1f0UI43yTgMSJo3TFpg4zL6_GQ4_P4kOpAdhTqLJDfZtbpYvOlbUj_5J6WGb6DK4WfbVYA2WI3O_bHiHhANiFDpSh28Y06oPFHpZTf/s1600/DSCN4103.JPG.jpeg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnXBusWPHv_S4atsMoSIbWRfcZRv4DOwFoEMRuzF1f0UI43yTgMSJo3TFpg4zL6_GQ4_P4kOpAdhTqLJDfZtbpYvOlbUj_5J6WGb6DK4WfbVYA2WI3O_bHiHhANiFDpSh28Y06oPFHpZTf/s400/DSCN4103.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475704556195312450" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Once again, we have Rotary to thank for an unforgettable trip. As the Scottish Gaels might say, <i>Slainte Mhath! </i>Cheers!</span></span></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-18139235400993880322010-05-13T11:21:00.000-07:002010-05-13T11:27:32.131-07:00highland coo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxdLEDr1SwLUOq4KDa2LpMmEWzot34gLapQ0cwqWH9Zw-8frrEfPHUm8WhVtujyWIkhJtpHGa3IxjN3CedYTiOj2kDImgf_fRcOkjNtOxOV5t9bZ-VLC7FHZl0nnigiIWHcWk3aLKfjiZ/s1600/photo-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpxdLEDr1SwLUOq4KDa2LpMmEWzot34gLapQ0cwqWH9Zw-8frrEfPHUm8WhVtujyWIkhJtpHGa3IxjN3CedYTiOj2kDImgf_fRcOkjNtOxOV5t9bZ-VLC7FHZl0nnigiIWHcWk3aLKfjiZ/s400/photo-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470822017215354066" /></a><div><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', serif; font-size: small; ">The more I see of Scotland, the more I understand it to be a wonderfully wild and woolly place, much like this gal. Met her on the road from Isle of Lewis to the Isle of Harris. Talk about cute! Well, except for those horns. For the record, there was a fence between us! </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-86184729982517575652010-05-03T04:22:00.000-07:002010-05-03T05:02:46.827-07:00Entirely Gratuitous<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">Even living abroad, I can't help but check in from time to time at PerezHilton.com, the Hollywood blogger's celebrity report about entertainment and American pop culture. Perez reports on the ridiculous lives of celebrities and calls them out on doing stupid things, and occasionally praises the smart, socially-conscious ones for living their lives without any drama. Obnoxious but you have to laugh.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">The website has a series of "entirely gratuitous" photos, of beautiful people dressed in beautiful fashion, sans commentary. I don't see as many gorgeous celebrities out and about in Edinburgh as I did in Los Angeles ... but there are a lot of gorgeous skyscapes. So, here's my own version of "entirely gratuitous" photos of beautiful Edinburgh.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;">Happy Monday! 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width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div></div></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-69624632499662120582010-04-26T02:52:00.000-07:002010-04-26T03:18:30.903-07:00St. Margaret's Complex Exhibition<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The postgraduate students at ECA currently have an exhibition up at St Margaret's Arts Complex, located at 151 London Road, Edinburgh. Any locals are welcome to check out the show, open every day for the next two weeks until 8 May (11-6pm).</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Since many of you readers are not local, I am posting pictures of the new paintings that are included in the exhibit. They reflect a somewhat new direction in painting that I have been developing over the last few months. Feedback welcomed! </span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gtIgHIQ8Ea1UXcRezQOEu4-pOScZnD3jAN2Z56hxlhUONbW80QDz5KUIAET_RgT5wQZ6zijigDS3kuNk0FtrdHqQVK8J4JU8MO687QiscQQrMovHtrob0gVDvDX8lnKh2VxjZvF69bPe/s1600/DSC06324.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0gtIgHIQ8Ea1UXcRezQOEu4-pOScZnD3jAN2Z56hxlhUONbW80QDz5KUIAET_RgT5wQZ6zijigDS3kuNk0FtrdHqQVK8J4JU8MO687QiscQQrMovHtrob0gVDvDX8lnKh2VxjZvF69bPe/s400/DSC06324.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464382478408299634" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Inch by Inch, 18x48 inches, oil on canvas </span></i></div><div><i><br /></i></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSIphm97sTGGmL6qqzIhZ5V4Y5dqvyW5V-G0y1db7ht1UawvYDcPElW5aVE_JSBXuglHZghQrLvnSJd6KgGUKuX5SsOYLhGlhrNXD4xSejI09-u6VUUiB0cKPa6mLicSMU8tCiTdXORkM/s1600/DSC06328.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKSIphm97sTGGmL6qqzIhZ5V4Y5dqvyW5V-G0y1db7ht1UawvYDcPElW5aVE_JSBXuglHZghQrLvnSJd6KgGUKuX5SsOYLhGlhrNXD4xSejI09-u6VUUiB0cKPa6mLicSMU8tCiTdXORkM/s400/DSC06328.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464382491524758818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 278px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdQ8t9nPkUp4OKuSUydJTaUngoIUMjhx4vUfXgzLM0ACwLGadg3FUC3JN4OTK_fvZi4qB26Yd3UG-6qRB36Zz3KHQdJcrvWCmjgtj6XbCMMpxuGCZmCn5K6bBVh8r7pVBPJPG7ZMBP4MT/s1600/DSC06349.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYdQ8t9nPkUp4OKuSUydJTaUngoIUMjhx4vUfXgzLM0ACwLGadg3FUC3JN4OTK_fvZi4qB26Yd3UG-6qRB36Zz3KHQdJcrvWCmjgtj6XbCMMpxuGCZmCn5K6bBVh8r7pVBPJPG7ZMBP4MT/s400/DSC06349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464382709373245762" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVv3e5phVpnxW1edKmzXhMT1l20igy2G23P30loxD3d1S8CkP03_l_VBOnYsOhSZtmD8_jgZoO-ZC-Aubnc2TCQsn4TUgT4vjH93unPAjHhhFuG8qESLuWi4cv06zceYBn031gvGVOk2TZ/s1600/DSC06348.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVv3e5phVpnxW1edKmzXhMT1l20igy2G23P30loxD3d1S8CkP03_l_VBOnYsOhSZtmD8_jgZoO-ZC-Aubnc2TCQsn4TUgT4vjH93unPAjHhhFuG8qESLuWi4cv06zceYBn031gvGVOk2TZ/s400/DSC06348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464382504113202354" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Applause, Applause, each 12x16 in, mixed materials</span></i></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-SVUnBRMMmTYjpjfcmJSTfnbJ6kz2IUtsV4Kuzh7t1mFPHkbH6xQM8sG75_LHX2TjPwbF6ti4urr5ozM4ZG5-zilMEfSgXK474dQrVLNZJp1rvEemhH-LY2vM0Y86MwbkAOigoTVDpkA/s1600/DSC06333.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge-SVUnBRMMmTYjpjfcmJSTfnbJ6kz2IUtsV4Kuzh7t1mFPHkbH6xQM8sG75_LHX2TjPwbF6ti4urr5ozM4ZG5-zilMEfSgXK474dQrVLNZJp1rvEemhH-LY2vM0Y86MwbkAOigoTVDpkA/s400/DSC06333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464382494890088818" style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdu2W9hmsfwb4Llu7EboCMzzMqHyQO98vWNx_D4W5YDhtcIW2VtjI98BAVlnGl398bGo6OaC4N9iqWQUV6bVyOC7Gdm7i8KNUDjdOv2qJTPPLIBCe8ukbtTRWd6N7Uf7CB4q4o-hfxirVS/s1600/DSC06339.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdu2W9hmsfwb4Llu7EboCMzzMqHyQO98vWNx_D4W5YDhtcIW2VtjI98BAVlnGl398bGo6OaC4N9iqWQUV6bVyOC7Gdm7i8KNUDjdOv2qJTPPLIBCe8ukbtTRWd6N7Uf7CB4q4o-hfxirVS/s400/DSC06339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464382500276927778" style="cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The pieces reference the influence of sound and music. We seem to have intuitive reactions to hearing songs, melodies and harmonies. We don't necessarily try to interpret or understand them, we feel them or sense them deep in our gut. Is it possible to make a painting that encourages this same kind of reaction from its audience? Anyway, this is one thing I've been wondering and attempting. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I've also been giving consideration to this concept, found in Malcolm Budd's Philosophical Theories of Music and the Emotions (1985):</span></span></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">“Among the various experiences of our senses, tone is the only one that belongs exluseively to life. Light and color, sound, odor, and taste, solidity, fluidity, and gaseousness, rough and smooth, hot and cold, all these are also to be found in non living nature. Only life can produce tones. Living beings out of themselves, add tone to the physical world that confronts them; it is the gift of life to non living nature." </span></span></span></p></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">***</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Can anyone figure out what the two titles have in common? Give up?? Both titles are bits of folk song lyrics. First, there's David Mallet's "Garden Song" (Inch by inch, row by row, gonna make this garden grow...) and then we've got a line from Joni Mitchell's "All I Want" (Applause, applause, life is our cause...) which appears on her landmark album, </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blue <b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">(</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;">1971)</span>.</span></span></i></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-90237861360326427002010-04-17T07:22:00.000-07:002010-04-17T07:29:24.293-07:00my pals<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', serif; font-size: small; ">As it is Spring vacation, I hadn't seen many of my ECA classmates in a while. One of my classmates held a birthday/flat-warming party the other night so we got to catch up and share some laughs and some cosmopolitans. </span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxXaUkDGfcKqoXy4Cqh7tVhfJrmDBDt3zAe5IRGmya6u0KJLJa0OYr_INRJO3GEKiBfHFgOHi1rXuFEBp2wcTOe9r9B6cskWBMVAoRRox-SMtlXGxbpmxGPCPLhn90UfDS6yLN1BaFefj/s1600/24081_10150173135660637_512880636_11950827_7893786_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxXaUkDGfcKqoXy4Cqh7tVhfJrmDBDt3zAe5IRGmya6u0KJLJa0OYr_INRJO3GEKiBfHFgOHi1rXuFEBp2wcTOe9r9B6cskWBMVAoRRox-SMtlXGxbpmxGPCPLhn90UfDS6yLN1BaFefj/s400/24081_10150173135660637_512880636_11950827_7893786_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461111999002165314" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', serif; font-size: small; ">Highlight of the party had to be explaining the term "Plumber's Crack" to our friend Megumi, from Japan! Ha ha! </span></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmxXaUkDGfcKqoXy4Cqh7tVhfJrmDBDt3zAe5IRGmya6u0KJLJa0OYr_INRJO3GEKiBfHFgOHi1rXuFEBp2wcTOe9r9B6cskWBMVAoRRox-SMtlXGxbpmxGPCPLhn90UfDS6yLN1BaFefj/s1600/24081_10150173135660637_512880636_11950827_7893786_n.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2xVWJ66Avi9O78P1RY22gxz6x8UvLpbhSeCRm6q1TA96ooPNi2zqXWqkUOdYDG7oNjyPhXBx9xDdm5CubT8t49xyLwyq3RXX0GgCy5dE2XEZBc-aiKtNaiBFCV07VjVLlGAQeD5vb9Xs/s1600/24081_10150173135360637_512880636_11950780_1152895_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjr2xVWJ66Avi9O78P1RY22gxz6x8UvLpbhSeCRm6q1TA96ooPNi2zqXWqkUOdYDG7oNjyPhXBx9xDdm5CubT8t49xyLwyq3RXX0GgCy5dE2XEZBc-aiKtNaiBFCV07VjVLlGAQeD5vb9Xs/s400/24081_10150173135360637_512880636_11950780_1152895_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461111992096513810" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4096492618752203134.post-76922811021367623492010-04-17T06:30:00.000-07:002011-04-13T19:42:32.838-07:00Skye- continued<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'lucida grande', serif;" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">At the bottom of the Old Man of Storr trail, without a car and infrequent busses, we started walking. And walking. Hoping to get a lift anywhere in the right direction, north. </span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjK9ieMjwRG5p-Gs9zzyzqtnQ1VTZ2I6NPhcRXnErOx7AChou3qYaeI0Va_9yw7WqUr_22fXLGiSsTQ7HmCjkDnAyC-t3icdRN7LHVUSWL3OIaEL3V__Iow-0H4B0QZZI3079TCM6l6-g/s1600/DSC06273.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfjK9ieMjwRG5p-Gs9zzyzqtnQ1VTZ2I6NPhcRXnErOx7AChou3qYaeI0Va_9yw7WqUr_22fXLGiSsTQ7HmCjkDnAyC-t3icdRN7LHVUSWL3OIaEL3V__Iow-0H4B0QZZI3079TCM6l6-g/s400/DSC06273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460830511927038498" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" /></a></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >After about half an hour, who drives by our trail friend Neil and his bus full of tourists. He slows to a halt. "Maybe he'll let us come on his tour of the island for free!" No such luck. He opened the door and threw out 2 MacBackpacker t-shirts!</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >We were finally picked up by two Scottish rock climbers. I couldn't understand the one's Glaswegian accent so just kept saying "Sorry?" They drove us about 10 miles. Soon after, we were picked up by a kind woman who gave us a talking tour of the island. She pointed out an island where a farmer leads his cows across the water each year, they stay there safe from predators all winter and then walk back across the water when the tides are low. She also explained the curious red and blue spray paint dotting all of the sheep. Each farmer marks his sheep with a spray paint dot on a specific part of the animal. All the grazing land is public, so the sheep are free to graze and frolick together, and can then be easily sorted out at the end of the season.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >She dropped us at a tiny museum. The weather was rapidly turning terrible, terrible, terrible, and we waited for quite some time in a dodgy phone booth. Things were looking desperate. Cars were going by, but in the wrong direction. We had an hour to get to the next big town, Uig, where we could catch the last bus back to Portree.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >We hear a car coming and look to the east. It's none other than the MacBackpacker bus! Maybe this time he'll take pity on us! Neil gave a wave, and mouthed an "Are you ok?" from the window, but again, no ride. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >We saw a couple leaving the museum and approached them with our most desperate faces.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >Me: "Hi There, you aren't by chance heading toward Uig?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >Wife: "Yes actually..."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >Me: "Would you mind possibly giving us a lift?"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >(Husband looks slightly irritated)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >Wife: "Sure. Ha! We drove by you guys about 20 miles back and my husband didn't want to pick you up! I yelled at him."</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" ><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >Husband: " Well...ehm...I figured 2 lassies wouldn't have much trouble getting a ride. What on earth are you doing hitch hiking in this weather, anyway?"<br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The couple got us to Uig. We walked into one of the only bars in town, where the friendly barman immediately brought out chairs for us to hang our "waterproofs" on by the blazing fire. He us made what tasted like the best cup of coffee in the whole world, ever. Our hero.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We got the last bus back to Portree. Now that we were no longer hitching rides, the weather turned lovely and the night came slowly, being so far north. We strolled to the pier and had dinner at a Spanish-style restaurant, Cafe Arriba.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" ><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWASjMzztBpfqsi4acJ89G03Jpgwe4nvrfePXHEWH7G9_844D70ZrdwdgzBfeB_4gaADJjckSx8E-qBk1LRbWspvDzSQ42KS8gNZjayrGVxiuZAuoyRdc7SjqDG_yUJx0erT0afkqSKIo/s1600/DSC06290.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWWASjMzztBpfqsi4acJ89G03Jpgwe4nvrfePXHEWH7G9_844D70ZrdwdgzBfeB_4gaADJjckSx8E-qBk1LRbWspvDzSQ42KS8gNZjayrGVxiuZAuoyRdc7SjqDG_yUJx0erT0afkqSKIo/s400/DSC06290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460830526508373026" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhRzD3Pv4HeNVuyJWSTqHnhyphenhyphenY0kYcVOKomI2Ate3nK1pHf4SfLPBQRo1-_nloySXDQscLe1XsRt85Jhu9kLnj24x5UjdCCqyFaIn1Y0TnGKNyV09h-v_CMoyYg1xkft430w0CGAA82ktj/s1600/DSC06286.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilhRzD3Pv4HeNVuyJWSTqHnhyphenhyphenY0kYcVOKomI2Ate3nK1pHf4SfLPBQRo1-_nloySXDQscLe1XsRt85Jhu9kLnj24x5UjdCCqyFaIn1Y0TnGKNyV09h-v_CMoyYg1xkft430w0CGAA82ktj/s400/DSC06286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460830520729749282" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5mwvhSGOXLEC0mybAoAaMdfKXOlIkVPMbfTtcewSGFQQxkt7-2m4o1yvQYkxKoKLo9D265Ubjpnh_akMKvXDmJXOX48uyw37KtupnQM6mD6lXRNQ0GnCJQpLZSrV03Q1U4vumV3TCMiK/s1600/DSC06274.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ5mwvhSGOXLEC0mybAoAaMdfKXOlIkVPMbfTtcewSGFQQxkt7-2m4o1yvQYkxKoKLo9D265Ubjpnh_akMKvXDmJXOX48uyw37KtupnQM6mD6lXRNQ0GnCJQpLZSrV03Q1U4vumV3TCMiK/s400/DSC06274.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460830518273226306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We ended the night at a small pub offering live music. Here we got chatting with two Scots and one of their Austrian girlfriends, who offered to tour us around the island the next day. They had a car! We had been planning to catch an early morning bus, but who could resist the offer? We went to bed tired and happy and eager for another day on Skye. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The morning came with a phone call from one of our new friends. What's the plan? We decided to venture to a place that Neil had told us about on the trail called Fairie Glen. It wasn't on most tourist maps but he had assured us it was the most beautiful place on the island. So away we drove, sun pouring in, Mumford & Sons blasting out of the open windows. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" ><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAzjERTEa-rRoZJ7y_KnwvRJ2aPootvm8E8XBocWRZdmwViiG3AKXT7sJNS91Q5_crdH5SWjhqVMRkB5MAwlY6Czj7FUGHihxIMkg8v-QdMdudXxYtaWyhrdtJiZdja6UWULqOH_9DUyK/s1600/DSC06309.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGAzjERTEa-rRoZJ7y_KnwvRJ2aPootvm8E8XBocWRZdmwViiG3AKXT7sJNS91Q5_crdH5SWjhqVMRkB5MAwlY6Czj7FUGHihxIMkg8v-QdMdudXxYtaWyhrdtJiZdja6UWULqOH_9DUyK/s400/DSC06309.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461104316634520738" style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><div><br /><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;" >I can't really explain how lovely, how green, how quiet and peaceful, how rugged and romantic and "Scottish" Fairie Glen felt. Skye in general, for that matter. Visit the Isle of Skye on on a clear sunny April day, and you won't want to leave.<br /></span></span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Georgia, serif;" ><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKai0_Zr_CwyKkEUvHWmucBGVWAWiSMqaDzVdTNJfUo0Wu3dW3pH6cCqocWIffaGhTe22yx9ZRp5cA9kuoe1ioYx8D1mYlgXXZvg-ax0SKkU-qCoXzX1GR7j1FE_JcA1ULobvxCC3OvSm/s1600/DSC06306.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgKai0_Zr_CwyKkEUvHWmucBGVWAWiSMqaDzVdTNJfUo0Wu3dW3pH6cCqocWIffaGhTe22yx9ZRp5cA9kuoe1ioYx8D1mYlgXXZvg-ax0SKkU-qCoXzX1GR7j1FE_JcA1ULobvxCC3OvSm/s400/DSC06306.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461104300812731234" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" /></a><br /><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;" ><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_io9UwthCfISmyGqcqxIfj18Y3zSaDC7wm_amUvcyygzH26nwJXgVywpsFvtzL6gAZ82HkrmgfcDMc2ZCk_j4ybT0ycd_gd_KGBeQ6n2rzE6eUeiP0fY3DIhhtkJzAy_nbrYmNWncHeDX/s1600/DSC06307.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_io9UwthCfISmyGqcqxIfj18Y3zSaDC7wm_amUvcyygzH26nwJXgVywpsFvtzL6gAZ82HkrmgfcDMc2ZCk_j4ybT0ycd_gd_KGBeQ6n2rzE6eUeiP0fY3DIhhtkJzAy_nbrYmNWncHeDX/s400/DSC06307.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461104310839746914" style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" /></a></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:Georgia, serif;" ><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm not sure the last time I was so happy. </span></span></div></div><br /></div>Lindsey Fyfehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02025198394420473195noreply@blogger.com1