Tuesday, May 10, 2011

When you're in a hole ...

stop digging.
So I am.

I followed up this (which, you may recall, I was happy with):

With this (which I am decidedly not):

Hence the miniscule photo, ha ha. 
I soldiered on, hoping it would come together ar some point (which often happens) but I have now admitted defeat. 
Life is too short. 
 (On the other hand it has helped by pointing me in what I hope will be the right direction for another Brontë image).
... I hope.


  1. Maybe just a break from it might help. By the way your small image ploy is a non starter as you can click on it to enlarge it.

  2. I know - ssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

    I went for a walk.
    That always helps.
    There were an awful lot of potholes along the road. There's a metaphor in there somewhere.