bunn: (canoeing)
We meant to go out on the river on Friday evening, but misread the tide times.
We meant to go out on the river on Saturday, but the skies were black, the rain fell, the wind blew and the storm warnings warned dolefully.
We meant to go out on the river today, and made it!
Halton Quay is a very convenient quay in some ways: it's easy to get to, has plenty of parking and is used almost entirely by fishermen and canoeists, so it's not too busy.  Unfortunately the other thing is has in generous quantities is MUD.

Not too bad on the way out, because we arrived not long before high tide.   The tide and the wind together helpfully wafted us up the river, listening to the sound of the wind in the reeds.  I love that noise.  It reminds me of childhood holidays in the Norfolk Broads.

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bunn: (Smaug)
In Avallónë by the Sea
5923 words of Maglor and Finrod rambling on about poetry, harp manufacture, first age Beleriand, Mandos, the current political situation in Tirion, hobbits, and whether kinslayers can be trusted.   Not sure why I wrote it tbh.  There must be some reason.  Perhaps it will lead to something less rambling later?

To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different
A trader out of Wilderland travels down Anduin to Osgiliath, and makes a stop at Lorien.  Also everyone is called Beorn.
500 word thing inspired by this line from Lord of the Rings, where Aragorn says “... light boats used to journey out of Wilderland down to Osgiliath, and still did so until a few years ago...”  and then Boromir gives him a weird look because his definition of 'a few years ago' is a lot shorter.   
bunn: (canoeing)
And more bluebells... )
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I happened to get up early a couple of days ago because Brythen had an upset tum, and this was the view outside the door, so I snapped it before I went back to bed.

bunn: (canoeing)
Across so Wide a Sea : Words: 6272

Elrond, having arrived in Valinor at the end of the Third Age, goes to meet his mother, Elwing. Taking Maglor with him.
“Hmph. I suppose we can’t have him being beaten bloody on my doorstep.” Elwing said, unenthusiastically “Or killing someone.” Apparently Maglor was considered a random killer, like a biting dog. “Come in then, if you must.”

I suppose in date this is really post-Lord of the Rings,  but it's Silmarillion again in focus and personalities.
bunn: (canoeing)
Card I painted for my mum's 80th birthday below.  She is having something of a Vicar of Dibley 80th, since EVERYONE wants to take her out to lunch but she seems to be being very effective at managing them all and preventing them from all supplying simultaneous lunches on the same day.
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bunn: (Bah)
Promises the Libdem election leaflet of one Matthew W.

No you won't.  There is no scenario where you will descend out of our Eastern hills into the West, falling upon the unsuspecting inhabitants of Truro with Fire and the Sword. Nor do I want you to.   For that matter, how do you know they are even wrong?  They might be right!  I might be wrong!   Also, if you are fighting for me, then very likely you will have to fight, not against the wild raiders of Penzance or the solemn townsfolk of Truro, but against the annoying man up the road that thinks it's appropriate to control growth of a cornish hedge by spraying it with weedkiller.

... I don't think election leaflets are aimed at me.

Must look up what eldrich horrors Mebyon Kernow (Sons of Cornwall) are promising.  Possibly they really are promising Fire and the Sword.
bunn: (George Smiley)
I haven't finished reading this yet, but I already know it's going to be the kind of book where I just want to read out random passages to strangers, so here is a bit I liked:

"To the lawyer, truth is facts unadorned. Whether such facts are ever findable is another matter.  To the creative writer, fact is raw material, not his taskmaster but his instrument, and his job is to make it sing... Was there ever such a thing as pure memory?  I doubt it.  Even when we convince ourselves that we're being dispassionate, sticking to the bare facts with no self-serving decorations or omissions, pure memory remains as elusive as a bar of wet soap."

This is so true.  I don't remember actual stuff that happened.  I only remember the story I told myself about it afterwards.  It's a way better story, anyway. Internally consistent, people have motivations that make sense, it's just so much better than the primary world.

The first chapter is titled "Don't Be Beastly To Your Secret Service"  and is mostly about people working for MI5 and MI6 ranting at spy-thriller writers.  It amused me enormously, and here is a randomly selected line, about his experience at MI5:

"Spying on a decaying British Communist party twenty-five thousand strong that had to be held together by MI5 informants did not meet my aspirations."

Or, on British Intelligence in general "I would guess there is not a spy agency anywhere in the Western world that has enjoyed more mollycoddling from its domestic media than ours. Embedded scarcely covers it. Our systems of censorship, whether voluntary or imposed by vague and draconian legislation, our skills in artful befriending, and the British public's collective submission to wholesale surveillance of dubious legality are the envy of every spook in the free and unfree world."

He contradicts himself a bit, but I find him too hilarious to care.

Oh drat, some LJ change has disabled my 'all power corrupts but we need electricity' tag for being too long.  ALAS.
bunn: (canoeing)
Finrod, Maglor and Hador.  Pp complains that Finrod looks like a girl.
finrod-maglor-hador-painted.jpg
It's detectable with the lines on the tapestries, how far the camera is distorting the slight curve to the card after painting.  It's very slight, but the camera makes it look almost like a bowl, and I have to cut the edges off.  Perhaps a different lens, or dig out the scanner.
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I experimented with putting a border on these using software.  I'm not sure it works. I think maybe I should put a border in paint on the actual picture. 
bunn: (House of Fëanor)

Fëanor in the Halls of Mandos
5243 words, gen.

Fëanor comes to the Halls of Mandos, meets Námo (Mandos), his father, his mother (it doesn't go too well), and eventually, Fingolfin.
Fëanor's point of view. Darker than the rest in this series, because neither Námo nor Fëanor is too happy about how things have turned out.

I'm still not convinced Fëanor did choose to go to the Halls of Mandos, because it just seems like the kind of place that he would absolutely hate.

I don't know when this turned into an All Silmarillion All The Time blog. I expect it will wear off eventually.

Gah!

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bunn: (Skagos)
It is deeply annoying when you've drawn four people and have got their faces and stance about right, then realise that the main problem with the drawing is that you've drawn them slightly too short and that there isn't enough paper to show their feet where feet should be. Nobody cares about feet!  Yet it looks weird to chop them off. 
bunn: (canoeing)
(I think you are worrying the human, Maglor.)

Finrod on the left, blond with a crown and jewellery, Maglor dark-haired in the middle (I did try to think if I could put a harp in there to show it was really Maglor, but there isn't a space for it and really, he can't have a harp in front of him ALL the time) and Hador on the right looking slightly worried.

As Pp says, these are not characters you tend to think of together, but there's no reason why not.
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I decided to do higher contrast on these pencil drawings so they would photograph a bit better, and also because I wanted to correct Lalwen's pose and Cirdan's beard a bit.  You can get away with much less contrast for pencil lines if you are going to overpaint, I now realise, but if you actually want to see if the pencil sketch looks good on its own, you need to stick more pencil on there.
bunn: (canoeing)
I put a short scene in my Silmarillion-based Hithlum story, Golden Light, where various Elves get rather drunk (and Hador doesn't) and they end up inventing the Tralalalally song.  Still trying to practice / improve drawing /painting, I decided to try drawing the events:
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bunn: (canoeing)
It was a cloudy day when we set off, but not too windy, which is good, because the river is wide at Weir Quay, and it's down at the point where the river starts to feel like it's turning into sea.   We decided to go up-river, and found that the mud-bank on the far side of the bend at Weir Quay goes out a long way!  It didn't matter, since the canoe needs very little water, but we had to paddle cautiously.

Turn the corner, and  the sun was starting to show through the clouds as we came up to the Pentillie estate.   Someone had noticed the sunbeams and had climbed out of the river to sunbathe...Read more... )
bunn: (Wild Garden)
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Coming back down into the village, looking west towards the sunset through an oak tree.  I love the golden colour of oaks coming into leaf,and Brythen is such a wonderful long-legged curvy shape.
bunn: (House of Fëanor)

You know how sometimes you have a really clear image in your mind when you write a story?  I managed to paint the image.  Well, almost.  The faces aren’t quite right.  I can see them so clearly in my head, why can’t I get them on paper?  *weeps* (The story was this one)

Though I do think that a week of intensively drawing and painting has helped.  Now I just need to keep practicing rather than wandering off to mow the lawn. (though I'm starting to get scared of the lawn.  There could be anything in there by now.  Sometimes Brythen goes out and spends half an hour or more hunting in it.  I don't think I want to know what he's hunting.   I'm hoping it's just rabbits.

Pencil draft )

bunn: (canoeing)

In the Ruins of Eregion

eregion-sunset.jpg
 A couple of paintings that I made a few weeks back,  as part of [livejournal.com profile] artfeverfest

And here are the Three Bastets )
bunn: (canoeing)

A few months back I signed up for a Worldbuilding Exchange,  and got a brilliant assignment from [livejournal.com profile] starbrow full of chewy ideas like loyalty, working together, hope, competence, Light and Darkness and kinslaying...

Two Things I wrote )

bunn: (House of Fëanor)
Continued from...

We headed up towards the Forge of Mount Tinang at last, pursuing Finculin, Ren the Unclean, and possibly even Sauron himself.  The Numenorean siege outside had so far distracted the orcs of the mountain, but now we came under attack.  We were climbing up the long winding stairs that went round and round the outside of a huge wide shaft, when we came under attack. Goblins had come out onto a walkway high above us and were firing arrows down at us.

One of the arrows hit Thrandin, our elderly Diplomatic Dwarf.  He was knocked off the steps into the shaft, and plummeted down out of sight!  Angruin ran back down the steps after him, and bless him, Prince Irimon did the same.     Everyone else went up, after the goblins.   But not all of them continued to go up.  As we ran down, a body fell past us.  Thingolodh had fallen too.  Other bodies fell after him, like a rain of goblins!
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And here is the last painting of the campaign.
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* I wish we'd thought of a clever way to do this, but I fear what actually happened was that we all got hungry and decided to just vote the wraiths banished so we could stop for dinner.

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