Just graphite this time. Cheap Ryman 2B lead in a Rotring 600. Using my Leuchtturm1917 Master Slim. It’s been a good way to spend the evening.

Analog art is hard, but I don’t hate this and it was a good way to spend 45 minutes this evening.

The Country Park

Today was a day with nothing planned so I took my 6-year-old to the park so he could burn some energy. I love Liverpool but it is nice to be spending some time this close to these views.

Making some more progress on the The Isla Wrap. I forgot how much I enjoy knitting.

the rural capital of food

It’s our first family holiday since we’ve arrived in the UK and we are back in our old stomping grounds, Melton Mowbray. We lived here from 2010-2011 and it’s nice to be back.

It was strange how little the town seems to have changed in the eight years since we were last here, but that’s kind of the way rural market towns are. A few shops have changed but we watched changes like that happen during the year that we spent here.

Today, besides the kids going to the cinema with their grandparents, was about visiting the cattle and farmers market.

The kids really enjoyed seeing the sheep and cows as well as buying toys from the market stalls. My highlight, besides picking up a copy of Hugh Fearnley-Whittingstall’s massive book on raising and cooking meat (at the end of this post), was this sandwich.

The pork was raised in nearby Rutland by Farmer Lou and came complete with stuffing and apple sauce. It was a very heavy brunch indeed.

Knitting for the first time in a year!

There’s something special about writing while listening to sad piano music and seeing the British countryside from my seat on this train.

February is a big birthday month for us. This time, it’s Chloe’s turn to be 8!

Did some baking. 🍞

a farm, a firehose and a broken dream

The more time I spend away from traditional social media, the more I realise that these places are just the absolute worst at accomplishing what they originally set out to be. It’s one thing to exist as a farm/firehose for data. It’s another to be the sort of place that actually encourages the kind of thoughtful communication we seem to have completely lost.

I see this the most when I look at what is happening right now in the battle between the pro-life and pro-choice movements. There is this endless stream of vitriol spewing forth and it’s just exhausting to see now.

Personally, I am pro-life. I don’t talk about it much online because that’s the worst possible place to try and have a reasonable discussion about the issue. I keep seeing friends posting link after link after link to all of these horrible statistics and I keep wondering what the point is. For the most part, they are only connected with people who believe the same things.

So all that happens is another shout into the echo chamber. If you want to do something like change someone’s mind, you’re going to have to do it in meatspace. The internet isn’t where change is ever going to happen.

And just like that, everyone at Casa De Alcantara is battling the same cold.

I cannot believe my eldest daughter is 9 years old now!

I’m not yet 30 years old but I still bought a shopping trolley today.

I really want to start a TinyLetter but I have no idea what I would even write about in it. I can barely come up with stuff to write here and the only reason I seem to be able to continue doing so is that it’s a place to put things.

“The soul is a complicated thing. The soul is a wormhole, multidimensional, polyhedral. We have outer space inside of us. And we think we can manage this? Give this thing a religious pep talk here and there?” - Jared C Wilson

I’m giving time tracking a try but my biggest issue right now is that I just worked an entire day and completely forgot to track the time. 🤦‍♂️

Blackwing 602s smell like cumin.

Red Bull & Hennessy by Jenny Lewis is the single I wish Fleetwood Mac was still capable of producing.

This little guy is 2 today!

I think I’m addicted to cortados.

One from the weekend. 5B6845DD-302C-4376-882C-4C01ABB901C1.jpg

And just like that, I finished reading Bird Box.

Of an evening. 8449848E-5323-4074-94BB-33BC6F6BE1BC.jpg

One of my biggest challenges with all the drawing that I have been doing lately is remembering that photo-realism isn’t the goal.

The community centre where our church offices are located is starting a Tuesday afternoon social club and I get to work on making marketing materials for it!