Snapshot

Passion of the Heart

Here is a photo I took at a wedding I went to recently (as a guest not a shooter-yay) at Byron Bay. The bride told me that the professional photographer had been in the loo during the lighting of the love flame so I was delighted to find this for her in my happy snaps. Wishing this flame stays ignighted for them forever.

The Eternal Seduction of Life

Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words.  They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning ~Lydia M. Child



Let us dance in the sun,
wearing wild flowers in our hair...
~Susan Polis Shutz

Shallow Breath Dreaming

Icicle Magic
 Shallow Breath Dreaming

My house a cocoon
I’ve woven tightly around
myself. I struggle and grow
I can’t break free. Trapped
in this house I weave.
It seduces me
It suffocates me
I escape in dreams
that leave me hungry.

A world pulling smaller
shrinking in the heat
Things come in but nothing
leaves crumble
A one way door
to life you chose
            blindly, kindly,
And the words swarm and clutter
            clutter and swarm
Silenced in their buzz

Shallow breath dreaming
Their elixir sweet as sap
To dream, perchance to live
Ay, there’s the rub
that lies in your hub
Deep down within you
The sweetest elixir of all
The one that blows ashless
And pulls you tall
For in that dream of life what life may come...

Outvod the Infinite



Outvod the infinite, not to mention the S Riot.
The new (or not so new) language of texting while driving with one of those hit and miss touch screens designed for Thumbelina's fingers.
Does it matter what I was really trying to say, I was chanelling a new word or two. My friend I was texting to, a writer amoungst other things, proclaimed it a fabulous verb she just had to use: Outvod. One should always outvod the infinite. It had been only an hour earlier that we had agreed that some days should be put out of their misery and quietly euthanised and now we were happily outvoding the infinite (as you always do when discussing the S Riot).

This is from a girl who, dare I admit it out loud, thought that "lol" meant lots of love until only recently (I know you're all loling). What other mistexts am I guilty of? And there's a new word: mistext, and to think, the predictive text gremlin couldn't work that one out...

Cupcakes & Champagne


Today when I was packing for my art class, my partner asked me what the champagne glasses were for. "For champagne, of course", I answered.
"Why are you taking champagne."
"To drink",
"Why"
"Because we like it", I answered rather shocked and confused. Since when does one need to have an excuse to drink champagne? We don't need a reason to celebrate, but if we do I'm sure I could think of a few:
Because the sun was out
Because the children were at school
Because America just had Thanksgiving
Because we had stolen time to have creative play
Because we like bubbles and pretty things
Because everyday is worth celebrating in some small way, right?


Happy Thanksgiving to all our North American friends.

Morning Snapshot.


Morning Snapshot
Lapping waves running across the shore.
Air heavy and languid with moisture.
Moist.
Gossip of gentle birds.
Distant putter of a fishing boat.
Mist engulfing the mainland.
Film of moisture embraces everything.
Empty coffee cup.
Book at hand.
Condensation on camera.
Partial blue sky, clouds, fog.
Wind mingling with the leaves.
Colours, shapes blending into each other under the fog.
Constant waves.
Peeking sun silhouettes palm trees.
Calm waters beacon.
Birds cruise in formation.
& still the waves
        Gently
                Quietly
                            Constantly
                            Rolling
                                     Caressing