I keep falling for photos I considered worthy of going right in the bin. It takes half a year or so. It is very strange. Then I see them in a different light entirely; the only one of these I can remember liking is the last, only because of the colour of the pink tulip on the green background though. (Speaking of light, I’m reading Arthur Zajonc’s book Catching the Light. It truly is a small masterpiece.) It all came about because I looked for a photo of wine or tobacco. I got stuck and had to post the previous post without a photo. I had other things to do, but spent an hour looking at old photos — which means I now have to entertain you (or pester you; you choose) with them. It was inevitable. But because I’m fed up with winter (yes, I am fed up with winter, I liked it, but I’ve had enough of it) there aren’t any new photos. I think there are some in the camera, but I don’t want to see more photos with brown and grey snow, so I’ll leave it. All these photos are old; the most recent one is the one with the glass and snow, I think it was taken early last autumn.