Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

— Skye Boat Song rendition by Bear McCreary, of ‘Sing me a song of a lad that is gone’ (1892, Robert Louis Stevenson)

A glimpse back to Inktober

I have finally managed to get a little more not-screamingly-amateur pictures of my stuff from this October. Sadly I have never got around to inking the last two, but I started to build upon that ‘character’ idea (she even has a working name!). For the first time, I have actually finished the whole month off — well, counting in the pencil stuff by the end, of course. I will ink those. Soon. One day.

The Land of Litter and Strays

I have been debating with myself whether to publish this or not, as I have no desire to bring any negativity towards the country; however, oftentimes it is seeing the negative limelight that makes us think of change within ourselves.

Some days, I spend hours trying to think of an idea how to bring the people residing in Kuwait, both citizens and expats, to respect the land, to stop treating the country as a giant trash-bin, and how to approach it…but again, and again, I fail to come up with anything else than having the parents and schools (and possibly some government campaign on top) educate the future generation about littering. It’s hardly up to me to tell people what to do – not that anyone would listen. I do all I can at home, teaching my children to hold on to their trash till they see a bin or a dumpster, or even bring it home, only not to join the ranks of trash-dealers.

Not rarely, as I go through my photographs I have taken on a trip or for an occasion, and try to decide what to post, what to keep and what to discard, a number of otherwise decent pictures doesn’t make it due to the unflattering amounts of litter within. These are merely some examples; they’re not the only pictures of trash I have ever taken, but they’re the only ones that survived being deleted.

And so it rained

And rained, and rained, and rained. Until there was water everywhere. That, of course, was a good opportunity to take my Pentax for a walk – or rather a drive. After the first flash flood happened, we were quite worried about our building out in the south so we set out on a short trip to check it out, giving me an ample time to snap the camera and my 77 around (and enjoy the sound of rain. I have missed it dearly. Oh, the rain.)