Monday, January 06, 2014


A beautiful moment captured on my camera while Tess, one of my grand-nieces, was visiting over the holidays. The cat is Pushkin, also an infrequent but very welcome visitor.

Everyone's gone back home now and I'm bracing myself for non-stop work on the illustrations for the Blaise Cendrars book to be published this year by The Old Stile Press. Howling winds and driving rain make it easy to stay cozily indoors, mind and hand focused on the task. I will try to post some images and progress reports but my computer troubles haven't even begun to be resolved. Can't post anything to the main Blaugustine blog as all the software and files for this are on my dead iMac. A session with the 'geniuses' at the Regent Street Apple store has been booked for next Saturday but I'm not holding my breath.


Tom said...

No-one gazes with quite the intensity as that of a totally absorbed child. Pushkin looks comfortable with that. Wish you well with your techies.

Ellena said...

It looks as if Tess and Pushkin were fixing the same spot of "nothingness" between tip of fingers and whiskers instead of
unpacking the goodies on the table.
I hope next Saturday is good to you.

Jean said...

What a beautiful image. Happy New Year, Natalie, and good luck with the book and with resolving computer problems.

Natalie d'Arbeloff said...

Tom, it's precisely that childlike intensity, in children (and cats too) that is so enviable and hard to get back to as an adult, in order to be in tune with the creative spirit.

Ellena, you see things in such a wonderfully unique way. Thank you. Now I will look at this photo anew and see the beautiful spot of nothingness between child and cat.

Jean, thanks and the best of the best new year to you.

Roderick Robinson said...

My comments arrive belatedly in mounting chronological order. Read December 27 before this.

Good. There's something cooking in the oven, proof that you haven't become suicidal. Unless the oven's actually a washing machine.

I have an unassailable recommendation in favour of back-up. Write a novel. My current novel stands at 55,000 words plus and, no, I don't fancy my chances either (a) rewriting from memory, or (b) handing my hard disc over to a geek. Too late in your case. I appear to be dancing on your black and blue toes.

I'll be kinder with next comment.

Natalie d'Arbeloff said...

Roderick, yes something was cooking in the oven and it's not a washing machine. In fact the oven was kept very busy during the whole of the Christmas/New Year holidays and so was the kitchen sink - the dishwasher doesn't work and was so rarely used I'm not going to have it repaired.

Go ahead and dance on my b&b toes - they've healed by now. Yes, back-up is essential, even if not always entirely reliable. My hard drive, painfully extracted from the iMac, seems to have lost some files that were on it. Fortunately at least some of them are on my external HD.