Friday, October 30, 2009
I'll admit it. I'm a child of the 70's. I took my 1973 Scooby Doo lunch box to school every day and Scooby Doo influenced my taste in Halloween spooky ever since. Give me a good mystery, scary villans, smart heroes the Mystery Machine and a dog who triumphs in the end. "I'dve gotten away with it too if not for those pesky kids". Reality scary is just too real to be fun. Keep your slashers, your real life bad guys. I'll take my horror animated, thank you very much.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Foutains Abbey, Yorkshire. Kids get to spend day living like the monks of Fountains Abbey before the disolution of the Abbey. I can remember field trips when I was young. We went to the zoo and for a quarter you could get a "moldarama" of a zoo animal. I remember it dropping out of the machine piping hot and you had to hold it upside down so the molten plastic didn't drip onto your fingers. Or maybe the ButterKrust bakery and you could watch the loaves of bread roll by. I wonder what differences this makes in us as adults. Growing up surrounded by hundreds of years of history or in the young America. Where do we find common ground when we look at the world through two different lenses of childhood?
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
I've started a new venture. TatterTales on etsy. Still looking for my niche on the site. Niche according to Webster is ( a place, employment, status, or activity for which a person or thing is best fitted ). I suspect a tiny cottage in Wordsworth's garden at Rydal Mount might fit the bill also. If I go missing you can find me at Niche Cottage, just pottering around.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Do you remember what it felt like to not care what someone else thought of you? Can you remember a time when it didn't matter if you were popular or if people wanted to know what you thought? Get back there. Explore your world with joy. Live for yourself for a bit. Enjoy your life and your passion. Relax and remember why you used to love what you do. You can get it back.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Tatting is fast becoming a lost art. I decided several years ago that this was something I needed to learn and proceeded to go about teaching myself to tat. Thanks to advice from Mom and lots of practice I finally did. It was the hardest thing I'd ever tried and the first time I got the thread to flip I know I cheered out loud. So today, I planned to take up my tatting again. Its been months since I made anything. The things I'd done without thought after learning the first time had to be dredged from my memory. Dredged, pummeled, harassed, drawn kicking and screaming into the tips of my fingers. But. finally, its back. The rhythm has returned and the thread fairly sings through the shuttle and bobbin. Just saying shuttle and bobbin makes me smile. I'm back baby!
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
This is what I missed most when I'm back home. These little nooks and crannies full of other worlds and treasures. Spiderwebs for shade, moss for your area rug. Life just seems to burst from everywhere.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 9, 2009
I've dreamt of visiting Scotland forever. Several years ago I decided to stop dreaming and start making it a reality. This photograph of an old stone bridge over the river Tay encapsulates all that I hoped to experience on the trip and so much more. It felt like coming home to me. A comfort and ease of being. An awakening of the magic that each of us carry. All things are possible in this ancient and wonderful land.
I've got so many wonderful images that I haven't shared with everyone yet and I wanted to use this photo blog to do that. I hope you enjoy the photographs as much as I enjoyed taking them.