Monday Motivator: Noticing

Pieces of Portsoy: steps in old harbour

“To stay eager, to connect, to find interest in the everyday, to notice what everybody else overlooks — these are vital skills and noble goals. They speak to the difference between looking and seeing, between hearing and listening, between what the world presents and noticing what matters to you.”

Rob Walker, “The Art of Noticing“*, pIX

In any location we’re looking at a huge number of things, most of which our brains slide past and ignore. We see “grass”, not every single blade. We view “clouds” as a collection in the sky unless there’s something unusual such as one dark with rain threatening to fall or a shape that reminds us of something else. It’s a “stone wall” not a vertical arrangement of individual stones.

Bricks used to block hole in wall in Portsoy

I don’t think there’s a trick to noticing; it’s deliberately slowing down and picking out sections or elements in whatever your eyes are pointed at. It doesn’t need to be a new location, there are inevitably overlooked things in familiar locations and seasonal changes.

Pieces of Portsoy: steps in old harbour
Seagull sitting on phone pole with wires radiating in various directions
Purple Clematis flowering through fence

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Plein-Air Sketching: A Bicycle Fence

This month’s plein-air meetup with Banff* Art Club was at a member’s home in their garden full of paintable possibilities with sculpture, sheds, classic cars, flowers, trees and, to my surprise and delight, a fence made of old bikes. Andrew explained that he used to get all sorts of donations because people knew he restored bikes and he decided to make a fence with the unusable ones, letting them rust back into nature.

I was chuffed I’d packed a concertina sketchbook on a whim because it’s a subject perfect for one. I started with a black fineliner, beginning at the left of the fence and my sketchbook, drawing along until I was at the last page.

I debated continuing on the other side, as there was still plenty of fence, but my fingers were itching to add some colour so I got out my watercolours and coloured pencils. It’s a drawing of my enjoyment of the fence, not worrying about getting “bike anatomy” accurate.


*That’s Banff, northeast Scotland, not Banff in Canada.

This Week: Not a Studio Cat Bed

A collection of moments from the past week or so.

I have a cloth over my printing press for dust, but it seems it’s an enticement for Studio Cat Freyja. She said that if I didn’t want her to sleep there, then I shouldn’t call it a press bed and blankets.
Walking on the beach at Cullen, I found the architect’s model.
What happened next? Pieces of sea brick.
(photo edited to remove colour except green)
🎶 I did promise you a rose garden 🎶 I stopped to enjoy the roses in this garden, then saw the kitty enjoying them too.
The old harbour at Portsoy.

The white wall at the harbour, Portsoy, continues to entice. (See: The White Wall Part 1 and Part 2.)

Blackout poetry:
The rock, his rock, this rock?
A rock, quit the old rock, the rock.
My opinion on this subject is still the same.
The sea, islands, rocks, hills.
Something may be done by art.

Photos: Big Waves with My Zoom Lens

The beach forecast showed waves over two metres, heading directly onshore, so I drove out to pebble beach with my zoom lens on my ‘big’ camera. Having it set to continuous* shot rather than single shot meant that I had a lot of photos to look through back home on my computer, but it does rather increase the likelihood of getting some pleasing results. Here are a baker’s dozen favourites.
(*If you press and hold down the button, the camera keeps taking photos until you let go.)

Photos: Waiting

Whilst waiting for my van to have its MOT (roadworthy) done, I wandered around to pass the time. Here are some things I saw.

A miniature world atop a wall.
“Love makes the world go round”. Crocheted postbox topper.

Lisbeth’s Deliciously Gingery Gluten-Free Cookies!

Starting with my list of “this needs to go into it”, mixed with her more scientific approach (actually measuring, weighing ingredients) and extensive baking experience, my friend Lisbeth has created the perfect cookie recipe for me: gluten-free, decidedly gingery, crunchy and chewy.

If step 9 of the recipe instructions is ignored, you don’t get the crunch.

Trying to Get My Ducks in a Row

Sometimes real life feels like I’m walking through a metaphor. In this instance, about getting my ducks in a row.

Try as I might, there’s invariably a duck that’s not co-operating.

But occasionally it does happen…

And just as I think I have, the moment passes.

I saw these ducks (shelducks) at Skateraw, a little south of Dunbar in the Scottish Borders, last week, along with oystercatchers, a heron, and a skylark.

Thanks Ma!

It’s Mother’s Day in the UK, which entails squishy sentiments, flowers and chocolates. My Ma is all the squishy stuff, and then some. She may never have instilled her love for laboratory chemistry in me, but the many things I did get include curiosity, a love for reading and finding out, to knit and sew (by machine, not hand), paints/paper and letting me put up art exhibitions in the house, pyromania, cheating at board games, choosing a road simply because you haven’t yet been along it, going to see what was over the next hill, to laugh at yourself, and to prioritise coffee and cake.

That’s my Ma on the right, and her sister on the left. Edinburgh Castle above, Eilean Donan below. Neither shot was posed.