Yo peepsters Didn’t go wuzzoe smudging today as I had chores to do. Yesterday morning I was lucky to get a good few of my ‘magazine cover girl’ headshots (facing the camera), heavily influenced by my fashion photography past. I enclose Barnaby Rudge’s of an Eurasian wigeon drake, Egyptian goose, American wood drake and a ferruginous drake. Incidentally, I was sad to read of the demise of my friend Jack Bruce who I managed back in the day. I looked after him when Cream had split up, helping him form the Jack Bruce Band. R.I.P dear friend, in my humble opinion the greatest bass player ever. hasta la pasta doods x i Jah d’Kwack
Hi peeps Turned out nice again. It was a little lugubrious when I arose this morning but after a cup of burnt toffee, bacon & eggs the world seemed a better place. A little cloudy but not too dark for smudging. I drove to Barnes as I had decided to take the big Wedgwood Benn’s which are better for light if the visibility’s a bit iffy. Mind you, when I drove over Hammersmith Bridge the weather was brighter and I noticed the tide was out on the Thames. The Wetland reserve is on the banks of the River Thames between Putney and Hammersmith. A bittern was lurking somewhere on the reserve but I couldn’t see it. No worries, I enjoyed myself with my usual poodling around snapping the wuzzoes willy nilly. There was a lot of splashing about and okey kokying as if it was Spring? For your delectation I present to you a beautiful bufflehead, Chinese spot-billed duck, scaup drake, a mashugana red crested pochard drake (serious splasher), hooded merganser drake and a saucy lesser black-back gull. hasta la pasta doods x i Jedi de Quack, Earl of Mustard and surrounding condiments
Yo Peeps Surprisingly the weather is still holding good (don’t know what it’s holding on to?) I started my Barnes perambulation with a visit to the sawbill and buffleboys pool and was rewarded with a mashugana bufflehead drake whizzing around, up and undering like a dolphin. Lord Duncan of Deal would have been impressed. I managed to smudge him as he plunged.
My next stop was for a gathering gaggle of geese. A red breasted goose and a lesser white front
Continuing the bucolic circuit I was happy to smudge a black bellied whistling duck
I finished of the smudging sojourn with a portrait of a very handsome falcated drake. It wasn’t easy as I had to wait for the right moment when he lifted his Uncle Ned from the Neptune’s daughter and caught the morning’s contrary current bun!
All in all a rewarding morning and a pleasant outing. I returned to Chelsea in the kipper as I had brought along the big Anthony Wedgwood benn’s which are too cumbersome for the Rubic Cube. Hasta la Pasta chumsters x I Jedi d’Quack
Yo peepsters Well my drears, after three days of horrid Frankie Laine the current put his titfer on and came out to play. I think the wuzzoes were pleased to see me after three days of lugubrious, Harry & Billy* weather. The great crested grebe who I managed to smudge the other day (hanging from a tree) actually came swimming towards me and posed for a smudgerooney. I know I showed a portrait recently but here’s another, so there! Even the comb duck drake seemed pleased to see Yours T and let out a loud squark which I managed to capture for your delectation. The marbled teals were going nutty in the bright sunshine and this particular birdy came flying towards me splashing and splodging. Mind you he probably thought I was bringing some rubber dub dub**? Even a cormorant was behaving in a peculiar manner and I managed a Barnaby Rudge as he hopped and bopped about on a small island over on the wild side of the reserve hasta la doodah chaps x Sir J de Quack, Knight of the Garter and Suspended Stocking
Yo peeps The weather’s been so foul for fowl the last couple of days, I’ve stayed home and done a few chores. As I’m unable to furnish you with smudges of oiseaux, here’s a few of my paintings for your delectation. as always, with kindest rhubarbs x i Jedi de Quack, Earl of Mustard & surrounding condiments
Hi peeps what strange weather we’re having. Sunshine, rain, sunshine, rain. It reminds me of an old dance routine. Sunshine the dancer swings arms and points up, rain dancer swings arms down and across body pointing at floor. Try it at home to some 20’s music and you’ll feel like a Tiller Girl! Anyways peeps, I enjoyed myself at the Wetlands smudging the wuzzoes between showers. For your delectation I enclose head shots of a Northern pintail drake, a Chinese spot-billed duck and a Great crested grebe. To get close to the grebe I had to balance on the branch of a tree overhanging the lake it was swimming and diving in. I nearly fell in the water in my excitement as he came close to where I was perched amongst the foliage. I was really pleased with the Barnaby though hasta la pasta doods x i Jah de Kwack