“But I looked down through spinning air filled with frangipani and rock and roll and saw how quickly you are alone…”

The beauty of a frangipani/plumeria/champa flower is possibly one of the only blooms that equals it’s magnificent fragrance. You would have captured it’s scent before carried by moonlight on warm, moist summer evenings. Have you smelt the franjipani? Sweet, magical, … Continue reading “But I looked down through spinning air filled with frangipani and rock and roll and saw how quickly you are alone…”

Scrapbook {13th June 2011}

Sudden Light I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore. You have been mine before,— How long ago I may not know: But just when at that swallow’s soar Your neck turned so, Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore. Has this been thus before? And shall not thus time’s eddying flight Still with our lives our love restore In death’s despite, And day and night yield one delight once more?  ~ Dante Gabriel Rossetti Continue reading Scrapbook {13th June 2011}

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…

“The tattoo attracts and also repels, precisely because it is different.”

I appreciate art in all it’s forms. And one such art is tattoo artistry. I think, in Western Culture at least, that over the years there has been a stigma attached to a person who chooses to have a tattoo. But I think, and hope, that we’ve finally started moving away from that concept and if you agree  or believe in the art of expression and individuality, then you would agree with me. Below are some of my favourite images of inked people 🙂 enjoy! “A tattoo is a true poetic creation, and is always more than meets the eye.  As … Continue reading “The tattoo attracts and also repels, precisely because it is different.”

And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances, with the daffodils.

So because I know you have all been anxiously wondering and eagerly anticipating an update on my flowers, and because they delight me so they truly do, a few snaps taken recently below, AS WELL AS (ooo, double treat), “Daffodils”, by William Wordsworth (1804) I WANDER’D lonely as a cloud That floats on high o’er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretch’d in never-ending line Along the … Continue reading And then my heart with pleasure fills, and dances, with the daffodils.