Time, bring back the rapturous ignorance of long ago…

I read something the other day that said, ‘My favourite thing about photographs, is that they don’t change, even when the people in them do.” You can see when a photograph is special. Even another person’s photograph. Someone you don’t even know. Certain photographs resonate love and memory and the feeling of another, happier time. These are usually the older ones. The ones with curled up edges and an aged, sepia tone. Because older means better right? This is usually the case. This is human nature. We are so quick to forget the bad and romanticise the good. The below photographs are … Continue reading Time, bring back the rapturous ignorance of long ago…

All of them make me laugh…

This is one of my favourite quotations of all time, because it rings true to the depth of well, my heart, and I thought I should share it… “Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.” W. H. Auden US (English-born) critic & poet (1907 – 1973) Continue reading All of them make me laugh…

“I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the nospace between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can’t even cut out enough red hearts to keep up.”

So obviously it was Valentine’s Day recently… you would not have been able to miss this of course due to the abundance of the red hearts and tacky red teddy bears, well everywhere. And I have always been very outspoken about my dislike for this particular day. And of course I always get a bashing about this. But, for clarity… My distaste for Valentine’s Day has nothing to do with whether or not I believe in love… And it certainly does not mean that I don’t believe in love. Quite the contrary. I believe that everything we do, everything we … Continue reading “I believe in a kind of love that brings sailors home from the sea. Made up of seconds and years and the nospace between hands on skin. I cannot believe how much goes on. I can’t even cut out enough red hearts to keep up.”

Under the avocado tree

I knew a little girl once. She used to sit in her pram underneath the shade of the avocado tree, dressed in white from head to toe. As she grew, her cheeks got chubbier and her laugh more contagious and she transformed into a chubby little toddler who could run and play and she became more and more, well, annoying. We were young. Of course I loved her dearly. And still do. When I think back on those days now, I remember them as warm. Long. Balmy. Bright sunlight dappled by the trees. I remember a sprinkler and the smell … Continue reading Under the avocado tree