I’m sat looking at my keyboard, over ten years old its patina of newness is long gone. Over this time it has accumulated interesting and diverse accretions. I’m guessing that this detritus is mostly me, looking closely I can make out dog (Harry) and human hair, there’s dust, bits of food. The depressions between the keys are well and truly furred up. This is not pure unsullied technology; some sort of fusion has taken place between me and my gear. It doesn’t bother me at all, actually in some ways it is somewhat reassuring. I won’t even start to tell you about my monitor screen – achoo.
I’m sure you could have done without that, but I thought I would mention something about my brushes. Attended the Cardiff AIR event last night; a very pleasant occasion. My spiel followed on naturally from this blog, I took along one of my wooden cubes- Local to us a mature Beech was felled in a storm, the wood was available so it was cubed : the timber was cut into identical wooden cubes, imagine kids wooden blocks, but on a much larger scale. Our house is clogged with them, which is causing some friction. Great fun is to be had messing with them. But you do have to be a little wary of fingers and toes. The one I took along has a section of rope attached to it, which lends it rather a weapon like appearance, see snap.
Well the cube had absolutely nothing to do with my mapping project but there you are. On the mapping front- When printed my images will be large, I can only ever view/print a small section at a time on my home equipment. So I will only get to see the final product in its entirety once it has returned from the printers. I await that moment with some apprehension.
