The slowness of it all...

Playlist
Earthworks - Heavenly Bodies
Cloudland Blue Quartet - Twenty Four Paintings
Various - Northern Soul The Collection
Gentle Giant - Pretentious
King Crimson - The Road to Red
Pierre Fournier - JS Bach Suites for Solo Cello
David Bowie - The Next day
Sumner McKane - Select Visual History
Einaudi - Islands
Shawn Colvin - All Fall Down
Vangelis - Odyssey
Simon & Garfunkel - Greatest Hits
The Beatles - Solo Singles 1969-1975
Rush - Clockwork Angels

Having finally retired last night at 3:45 am, I was up again at 8:45 am and to the computer to create some quick short edits, or as I will call them, "details" of the eighteen soundscapes created thus far in my ongoing "Twenty Four Paintings" project, which will probably be the next CBQ album...

With that done and MP3s put together and added to the iPod, it was out into the morning to give them a listen whilst walking into town...

Down the hill..

Noting fallen foliage on the way...

Looking back up the hill...

More leaves...

...and up the hill again from a different point...

From a distance, over the sounds in my headphones, the sound of this man's early Sunday morning work seemed to be a bird song....

This changed as I got closer...

Not what you want outside your house at this time in the morning really...

Just down the road from that, this previously pictured house has been sold for over £1m and is now undergoing some work...

Down towards...

...the Zoo...

..where someone appeared to have lost their shoes last night...

This on a wall...

...this on the pavement below...

Onward, despite this sign...

...catching a couple of leaves in mid fall, this heading for the road...

...this heading for the pavement...

...into this...

Farther along, fruit dangled over my head - no doubt a handy source for bird sustenance...

The sun was out as I passed the top of the road leading to Anne's mum's house...

This appeared to be a chestnut tree...

...judging from the debris below it...

More good red leaves as I plodded on...

Looking back towards Jane and Bobby's house - to be full again later this afternoon with Anne, Jane and Kitty's return from that London...

More berries or the birds...

Funny how people spend loadsa cash on personalised number plates...

...when they could quite easily get a magnetic sign to attach to their cars, telling everyone whose it was...

That's not the point though is it?

Leaves underwater as I approached the workplace of Helen the Chiropodist...

Onward through Roseburn, where people buy cakes like these - yes, these are cakes, even the small bags...

The beast etc...

Passing the place from where I usually get the bus home...

..and the still unsold but no doubt destined to become a swanky hotel former school for the deaf...

The new Haymarket is nearly ready...

The tram is coming...

The roads are open again...

On, to Princes St...

...past the art galleries...

...to Fopp, where discs by Shawn Colvin, Vangelis, Einaudi and JS Bach joined the collection for just ten of your English pounds...

Over Princes St, with its newly applied tram overhead wires...

...past the Scott Monument...

...to Waverley Station, where I was to return in a couple of hours to pick up the ladies from their train home...

My verdict on the "details" of my (sometimes extremely long) recently created works was that they don't work, as they come and go too quickly and, really, it's the slowness of it all which is the underlying thing I'm trying to get across...

And so, on to the Airport bus for the trip back to Corstorphine...

...noting this on the floor...

Up the hill to Crispycat Towers...

...passing more good leaves...

...and berries...

...and home for a coffee - I like to pour two cups, as the second cup in the same cup never tastes as good...

Meg the Black Cat was looking forward to the return of someone who might be able to clean up her sick properly...

Back into town, this time driving...

..and passengers safely collected...

Home and a good time had been had down in that London, although the Exec Producer had forgotten to take her camera, so no pics...

Out again, heading to my mums, recording the garden firstly though...

Last gasp of the Splinterheart flowers...

...and others...

The spiders have been out...

..and the rain had been on...

To my mum's, where she enjoyed leafing through the proposed book of paintings...

Her top question was "what's it supposed to be?"...

Her verdict was "abstract, colourful and interesting"...

Sister Sheila arrived - her immediate reaction, she is Primary School teacher, was "the kids in my class at school could have done that"...

This is such a common reaction to abstract art, that studies have been carried out on this very subject...

“People untrained in visual art see more than they realize when looking at abstract expressionist paintings. People may say that a child could have made a work by a recognized abstract expressionist, but when forced to choose between a work by a child and one by a master such as Rothko, they are drawn to the Rothko even when the work is falsely attributed to a child or nonhuman. People see the mind behind the art.”

If only I could have retorted with that quote...

Instead of giving the stock "ahh, but they didn't" reply...

A tasty Chinese meal was enjoyed and there was much entertaining chat, before we headed home to allow Anne to get up to date with stuff missed and for me to continue with the work...

Lights out...

Highlight of the Day : A good long walk...