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

“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.”

“After all these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.”

This post is a little self indulgent but I tend to post something of interest to me at the time and this is no different. In my mindless browsing through movies the other night I happened upon Memoirs of a Geisha. Old now, I know, but it is one of my all time favourite movies. If you haven’t seen it, you really should. If nothing else but for the breathtaking scenery and cinematography. Enchanting. I was truly captivated by it. All movie stills taken from http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0397535/ and the pics of the cherry blossoms I have on file because i’m obsessed with them and have thousands. … Continue reading “After all these are not the memoirs of an empress, nor of a queen. These are memoirs of another kind.”

Think, Question… Believe

I just happened upon a blog through Twitter – which is awesome when that happens by the way – if you’re not on Twitter you’re missing out on these kinds of things, that is of course if you’re interested in opinions and ideas outside of your own bubbles. You can read said article here. (in fact you’re going to have to read it for the rest of my post to make sense. So, well, read it now. So you would have just read the concept of religion, politics and sex not being discussed usually as the norm. Which is of … Continue reading Think, Question… Believe

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.