Friday Poem: Driving Home

Technically, we weren’t driving home, at least, not to our home. We got up early and crammed in the car with Matt, Zoe and Juniper and two weeks of luggage, and drove all the way to Sydney Airport – after which we were to bring their car back to their place in Canberra.

With no map, and a vague notion of where to go…it was a longer trip back than it might have been.adventure (Large)

A long road
Too long
The scenic route
Unplanned

Late sun
Interminable rain
A mighty rainbow
Tracks us across
The hills

An hour and more later
In the limpid twilight
We are
Still
Driving home.IMG_4738 (Large)

We made a few stops along the way, for coffee and to stretch our legs, and it didn’t rain all of the way.IMG_4748 (Large)

We got back after dark, to three hungry cats – my charges and companions for the time the family is visiting Perth. No more long drives until I go home to Victoria!

Weekly Photography Challenge: Enveloped

Photography Challenge of the week – to portray “Enveloped”. It is, as ever open to interpretation, and that is where the fun lies – coming up with something oneself, and also seeing what others have done with the idea!

Here we have my vintage overcoat, fresh from the cleaners and ready to envelop me against the cold, one of my darling old embroidered pillowcases (which envelopes my pillow), and some ripe red tomatoes, enveloped in a plastic box, a superfluous piece of modern excess packaging. IMG_4630 (Large)

Finally, my five kids, all adults now (how did that happen?), together for a few hours after their Grandpa’s funeral service yesterday, and enveloped in family love.

Friday Poem: Sweetie

I guess this saccharine ode to a sweetheart is an appropriate follow up to last weeks poem about an old fellow’s love affair with cakes and slices…maybe a bit too much sugar, but totally worth it!sweet things

Hey sugar-face freckles
Your hair in the sunshine is like cotton candy
And your skin smells like
Burnt sugar and ripe peaches,
Peaches and cream in your cheeks.
Oh cup-cake, I could eat you up
Right now,
My honey sweetheart sugar-pie;
Cross my heart and hope to die:

Pass me that lemon –
My blood sugar is too high.sweet

The sweet cup-cakey image at the top is from an afternoon tea at Ararat Regional Art Gallery last year.  The second is a mismatched cup and saucer from my collection. Odd pieces are easier to find than pairs, and it’s fun to find which ones ‘belong’ together. Finally, a rose, because a rose by any other name would smell as sweet, as Romeo remarked. I’m sure if he knew of cotton-candy, he would have compared it to Juliette’s hair!sweet rose

Creativity: Escape XXII

. My father-in-law has died, 6 1/2 months after his wife, as often happens with couples who have been together for a long time – they had almost 66 years of marriage. He was in his 89th year, and in a state of health that makes it a blessing to quietly slip away from this life. However, there are extra things to do and think about, so this is just a quick post this week – one page of my altered book, “Escape”.Escape III (Large)The original text was obscured with a mix of three colours of acrylic paint. This is ordinary household paint – leftovers and sample pots – I believe in using what I already have whenever possible. My ‘note-to-self’ was written first in purple, with a narrow tip, and then redone with black, for a lively style of lettering. I believe that’s a pleasure-fairy in the top right-hand corner. I do get very frustrated at times when I don’t get enough time for working on/playing with my bright ideas- I need those days Home Alone to read, draw, sew or whatever it is this week! Sometimes putting it all off is inevitable – life gets in the way – but I know there are other days coming when I can catch up on myself and create something.

Weekly Photography Challenge: Forces of Nature

Another week, another challenge to photographers – this time we are asked for photos that portray Forces of Nature, whether they be seedlings popping out of the ground, or windstorms, or waterfalls, or….

On the left is Mt St Helens, thirty or so years after she blew her top and flattened everything for miles around – you can see it’s still quite bare of trees, but on Johnson’s Ridge, where we were in August 2011, wildflowers were blooming in profusion, contrasting forces of nature both monumental and minuscule.

In my own garden in the past week, my Alexander rose was bearing one beautiful bloom, which I was hoping to pick for my mother on Sunday (Mother’s Day). Unfortunately for my plan, we had a day or two of severe winds, which scattered most of  the brilliant vermilion petals of Alexander all around the garden, leaving a very sad remnant of a rose on the bush.

Friday Poem: Cake Man

I know nothing about this man, apart from what is in this poem. I wish I did – I’d like to know his story. Is he recently widowed, with no one to cook for him anymore – and did his late wife never let him have cake? Maybe he knows his days are numbered, and he’s eating cake while he can. If I ever find out, I’ll be sure and let you know…tea tray

An old guy
with a beard
somewhere between  hipster
and Santa
A peaked cap
on his old white head
In his 70’s
maybe 80’s
Hard to say
Looks pretty skinny
under his khaki jacket.

It’s the third time I’ve seen him
in here
In the bakery cafe.

His order each time –
An assortment of cakes and slices
This time I count seven
There might be eight
Hard to tell
with them all piled up on a plate
like that.

He has a mug of tea
not too hot
Today he has a meat pie
with sauce
which he eats slowly
methodically
with a knife and fork.

It’s not all about dessert.

I have to leave
before he gets to the cakes.oct2010 015 (Large)

This isn’t one of his cakes – it’s a dessert taco we invented a few years ago – but you get the idea!DSCF7091 (Large)

I’m an introvert – well over to that side of the scale. I guess that’s why I like the internet, and it’s also a reason for liking sitting on my own in cafes, with a coffee and a notebook (and maybe something sweet) close to hand. Sometimes all I write is lists of things I need to do, but if I’m lucky, and paying attention, I get to glimpse someone else’s life, and take notes.

Creativity: Escape XXI

Escape ISome more pages this week from my altered book “Escape”.

The page on the left has a photo of sunset over the waters of Juan de Fuca Strait, taken in Port Angeles in 2011 – The Trip Of A Lifetime, which I aim to repeat…(The trip, not the lifetime). For a change, the old text is obscured with circular scribbles, apart from the words “live forever”, and sunset-y colours are washed over top. A prose poem is then written over a torn piece of yellow sticker. Variety is the spice of life, and also of altered and scrap books.

The right hand page has a sheet of hand made paper pasted over the text, and then that is painted over in pink with a dash of yellow. In keeping with the Pacific North West theme, I drew and painted pine trees at the top and bottom – the green of the trees matches the paper scrap with a quote of Jack Black on Kurt Cobain (more PNW…). A creativity Quote completes the page, along with a foxy face and a sweet little sticker.

Escape II

 

I’m getting towards the end of “Escape”, so soon I’ll have to find a new subject for these posts…Stay tuned.