Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme ‘Mirror’
This view was taken from the top of Osaka Castle on our recent trip to Japan. I love how the reflections make this building appear transparent.
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As you see me
Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly discovery challenge – this week’s theme ‘Portrait’.
Ok, I’ll fess up… I didn’t take the portrait, but I did take the picture of the portrait, if you see what I mean!
When my daughter told me that she’d received an old polaroid camera for her birthday, I was quite jealous. Enchanted by the idea of ‘instant pictures’ I remember badly wanting one when I was younger. Of course, that was way, way, before the digital camera age and now photographs are ten a penny and disposable so I was surprised at how excited she was.
The film thingy’s are very expensive, and she was still getting used to the camera, and she warned me that the results were not so much ‘sharp’ as ‘interesting’ but in fact I love this shot.
I love the fact that, although you get the gist that its me, my features are blurred, and that she’s captured my expression of thoughtful bemusement at the world exactly how I would like it to be captured. To put it bluntly – how I want other’s to see me.
The thought has been growing in my mind ever since it was taken.
I’ve always had problems trying to find a ‘suitable’ profile picture which encapsulates my overall demeanor without showing me baring my wonky teeth in an insane grin, or wrinkling up my eyes, or losing my real chin amongst the others. Problem is, in my head I am still youthful, slim, and lovely so it’s always a bit of a shock to see the reality captured in a snap.
I have the same problem at the yoga studio, the one where there is mirrors.
‘oh blimey, who is that baggy old biddy who looks like a squishy sack of potatoes?’
‘oh poop, it’s me.’
I guess a lot of people of my age feel the same, and really, I’m fit and healthy so I shouldn’t worry about what I look like, right?
It sounds like a cliché, but speaking to my friends I gather I’m not alone in still feeling young on the inside whilst my body tells the bitter truth in photographs. It’s depressing.
So from now on I’m steering clear of the lens and you’ll just have to take my word for it that I’m a happy soul who moves my sylph like body with the grace of an angel and whose face is as blemish, and wrinkle free as an Egyptian sheet in a five star hotel. 😉
It’s a late morning
Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge – last week’s theme ‘Morning’.
Like the white rabbit ‘I’m late, I’m late…’ this was actually last week’s prompt. Oh well, never been one to conform!
Oh and another thing…
It wasn’t taken in the morning.
Sorry.
What can I say… I feel naughty!
It was taken from my position in our hammock whilst waiting for my sausages to cook/cremate. The ‘morning mist’ filtering through the trees, is actually smoke from the barbeque, but I thought it looked the part. Oh..
and I added the daisies in for effect…
Otherwise all genuine and my representation of what a morning should be.
Hope all your mornings are sunny and bright x
🙂
The One
I see it hanging from the tree
it’s virgin skin
red and ripe
amongst the late summer leaves
I long to bite into it
taste it’s sweetness
on my tongue,
feel it’s juices dribbling
childishly down my chin
It’s high.
I have to climb
the rough
crumbling bark,
grazing palms and shins
in my pursuit
Until aloft
I stretch and reach,
but my fingertips
fail to grasp,
and it falls
I jump to the grass below
to find my prize,
but every shiny fruit
hides a savage scar
and though I search
I cannot find perfection
Ordinary People
In the space where souls wait
where even the saints have regrets
the walls ring with the guilt and shame
of those narrow lives
lived in insular oblivion
Reflections of selfless love
and children’s innocence
illuminate the dark corners
purifying the air
and disgracing the damned
Too late for wishes and dreams
they lay discarded
slippery as wet pebbles
whilst hope lies shattered
in shards of sorrow
meekly we gather in the centre
clutching our confessions
and remorse
to contemplate our foolish little lives
and await the price
Love in a vase
Last Sunday was Mother’s Day here in England. My twin daughters live at different ends of the country, and because of their, and my, schedules we were, to my dismay, destined not to meet up for the day. They were though, dutiful enough to send sweet and thoughtful mother’s day cards, and to my surprise and delight, also both sent the most wonderful bouquets. I wish I could harness the scent, which fills our living room, to share with you, but in the absence of smellyblog here are a few studies I took of the flowers.
Life’s a breeze
Posted in response to the Daily Post weekly photo challenge. This week’s theme ‘Time’
The passing of time
Seconds, minutes, hours, days,
Seasons a whisper
Years a ripple on water
life a transient zephyr
Onwards
Follow the right path
you may get lost and stumble
but you will find light
Mine!
Posted in response to the Daily Posts Weekly Photo Challenge – this week’s theme ‘Alphabet’.
I was very excited to find this twiglet especially made for me!! 🙂
Absolute beginners
Maybe not the first single you think of when you think of David Bowie, and maybe not one of his best, but we chose this as the first dance at our wedding thirty years ago, for both the sentiment and the mad dancing opportunities in the jazzy bits!
Most of the time I still feel like an absolute beginner in this life, so often think of the lyrics to remind me that I’m a lucky sort really.
David Bowie was only a few years older than me, and his loss so prematurely is another reminder that we should live life everyday as if there is no tomorrow!
Rebooting 