23 October 2026

A forecast wild storm for the afternoon and evening seemed a good reason to make tomato soup with Jean Louis' tomatoes that had been ripening for a week on the kitchen windowsill.

The wind and rain raged -

while the soup simmered -

and when all was done it seemed half the garden had been displaced -

but the soup was ready for dinner, with a warm baguette and Klein Constantia -

- and we lit the first fire of the season.

This was the reflection in the glass cupola after dinner. I liked how the negative spaces became foregrounded to appear as a human figure with arms outstretched, an angel perhaps -