smoke billowing from the reeds

This might be a moment to hold forth on any number of topical things like elections or Milosevic or the state of New Labour in England, but so much energy is channelled into the keeping Rosalind on the rails that I need a means of escape when work is done. So, even when there is little time between acts, camera in hand, I seek out places to please the eye and feed the soul (well, whatever) when the going gets tough but I can’t get going. The light wasn’t good enough for really good shots of the city walls in Zwolle and even the burning reeds near Giethoorn do not make for really memorable images but, still, they show what it was like there today.