Summer light happened this morning which was a nice change. Grey light looks wonderful in pictures but, as in holding up to the clear sunlight what one remembered as a white tee shirt, the soul can be insidiously dulled by too much greydom. A morning such as this fills me with optimism even though habit keeps me looking over a metaphorical shoulder for the dark cloud on the horizon. My pictures change as summer light arrives as, contrary to appearances, dark, moody pictures are best created with plenty of light. The slightly “over the top” still life at the top of the page was shot in bright sunlight which you can see in the small insert on the right. The difficulty in shooting and writing for oneself is that one becomes the sole judge of good and bad, but then again I only have to argue with myself and I’ve found that I’m a very reasonable person when it comes to criticism – as long as nothing bad is said. We have our first clients of the year arriving tomorrow so I will have a few days respite from self flagellation and get on with the fun criticising other people’s pictures. Today will be filled with cooking and picture taking in preparation for the good dinners that we’ll share at the end of each day. As I was setting off to do the final shopping I noticed on a book shelf a pad of shopping lists that I had bought from the Design Museum in London many years ago. Rather like grey light, they look wonderful, but they don’t bear comparison with a sheet of white paper or, indeed, the back of an envelope. The graphics seem to be telling a rather sad story of a singularly lonely person, who may well have been eating at the table above, on a rather strict diet who will never have the need to fill in the “Others” heading.