I’ve gone into the back catalog for my poem today, but the photos are fresh from this afternoon. We glimpsed spectacular cloud hanging over the mountains as we drove home, so I pulled the phone/camera out of my pocket and shot through the rainy windscreen.
Little, old mountains,
Ancient bones of an ancient land
Lie sprawled across the boundary of the plains;
Jagged and crumbling peaks
Are cloaked in vegetation
Scarcely younger than the rocks themselves.
The ancient crone
Hugs secrets to her breast.
A cherry on top isn’t necessary, but it makes a good thing even better. As a theme for the weekly photography challenge, I find it, well, challenging. Most of the week has flown past, and I’m still thinking about it! I’ve decide to share images of our grand daughters with Bryan – and of cake. There are no cherries on these cakes, but one lot has tiny Oreo biscuits, and the other has Tim Tams, so that’s probably even better, really!
Juniper is a couple of years older than Matilda, but they are both around 6 months in this pair of photos. I think you can tell that they are cousins, and that Grandpa thinks they are pretty okay.
Fruit trees are shady, they have lovely blossom in spring, and, best of all they make fruit! These peaches and nectarines all grew on seedling trees that “just growed” from compost – better still!
On certain clear sky
the late-rising sun
shines clear across
where I sleep –
the eastern window
bright on to the curtain
of the window
The shadows cast themselves
from trees and leaves
and feathers on dream-catchers –
blown by the rising wind
a morning puppet show.
The photo at the top is of those shadows, dancing on the curtain. The second pic is the feathers on a dream catcher – made for me by my son’s partner, Janina, and finally – a spectral shadow of flowers from when bright sunshine was split into its component colours by a piece of faceted glass. I think I have at least one in every window on the sunny sides of our house.
I love macro, I miss my old film camera and its set of macro lenses, but I still get as close as possible to things to capture details that might otherwise go unnoticed. The Weekly Photography Challenge this time is to share such images, and I have LOTS. But I’m restraining myself.
I work with textiles a lot – I crocheted the pink and green Soft Vessel and I seem to have a collection of ethnic textiles without even trying – the embroidery is on an Indian child’s garment. It needs some repairs, but is too lovely to throw away.
I took a photo of Matilda’s Daddy’s hand in mine about thirty five years ago, which I need to track down (and scan, since it’s on a slide/transparency) so I can put the two together.
The “love frame” pic is a detail of a random, chance pairing of things on my messy/creative work table. The cake stand is a mini one. I love coloured coloured glass, pink’n’orange is my favourite colour, and I’m quite keen on cake, so it definitely had to come to my house. It’s especially lovely with early winter sunshine to light it up. The ripples in the old shelf echo the fluted glass of the stand.
The Photography Challenge this week is to Look Up – something we don’t always do, focused as we often are on what is straight ahead. It’s cold and wet and windy here at the moment, so I did my looking up inside my house…This flying pig was a gift from one of my Day Care Kids about 15 years ago. The Flying Pig, as a symbol of infinite possibilities, is my Spirit Animal, but I almost forget he’s there much of the time. Evidently I need to look up more often!
As well as the Pig of Infinite Possibility, I have a lovely Moroccan lamp, made of pierced metal. It has little pieces of red glass inside, which glow when the lamp is lit. Another hanging ‘lamp’ is meant to hold a very small pot plant, I think. But I hung the red glass things (from Ikea years ago) around it and put in a tealight candle. It catches the sunbeams of a morning (clouds permitting). The other thing is a mobile I made using odd earrings and other stray bits and pieces hung on an armature of florist’s wire. I have made several of these, using things that are too big for personal jewellery.
Finally – and no where near my house, unfortunately, the iconic Space needle in Seattle – visible on “looking up” from all over that fair city. We visited in 2011, and ,like the Terminator, “we’ll be baaack”…one day.
Personally, I think that winter mornings are best spent in a warm bed, with tea and toast to hand.Most days I have to get up and get on with life, though. I wrote this piece early one morning when I didn’t have to get up for a while.
No sun yet,
but enough light
that the sky shows
reveal and conceal
the rind of moon
in the northern sky.
In the eastern window
clouds sail past
as stately as galleons
and the light grows,
staining the clouds
Still no sun,
I took these photos on the way in to work this morning (I was the passenger – it’s okay!). It was foggy when we left Moyston, cleared after Carol’s Cutting, and was foggy again when we reached Ararat. Ah, winter…
I’ve been working on this piece for a while – a Story Time Mat (must think of a catchier name!) – for Ararat Regional Art Gallery’s monthly Mini Makers Art Club. It is now almost done, and was in use this morning. The crochet layer is stitched in a fairly ad hoc way onto an old woolen blanket, a relic of the days when every Australian town of any size had a Woolen Mill.
You can see that there are “dimensional objects” scattered over the surface, and many different textures of yarn to make it as tactile a piece of textile as possible. There are leaves, pebbles and a few flowers – all crocheted and layered onto the background, which is meant to suggest a mossy forest floor, but also looks a bit like an aerial view of a golf course.
Most of the yarn used was either sourced from op shops/thrift stores or donated to me. I have used two yarns together over most of it, for a thick soft surface that is lovely to sit or walk on. We had an unprecedented crowd of around 25 children this morning, so they didn’t all fit onto the mat. They all had a wonderful time listening to the story and making fanciful (and inedible) icecream cones, though!
Curiously, when I went looking for images for this weeks Photography Challenge, the word in my head was “contrast”, not “opposites”. Almost the same, but not quite!
Is “spiky” the opposite of “pretty”? I’ll claim it is with these cacti – and the real ones are opposite of the crochet ones I made for my cactus-loving son, Simon. He grew the real ones when he was a school boy, planted a cactus patch, then left home for uni, leaving his cacti behind…He does come and clean it up when he can, but he lives at the opposite end of Australia from us, so not very often!
Here’s another “opposite” with crochet – a living tree’s smooth bark in contrast (I did it again!) with the textured yarn. The last pic is of regrowth on a eucalypt after fire went through months earlier – young growth being opposite of the dead burned roadside. We are getting lots of rain this winter (unlike last year), so that roadside is now lushly covered in green growing grasses.
It’s winter “downunder”, and our capital, Canberra, is a long way from the moderating influence of the sea – which means plenty of frosty mornings, hopefully followed by bright clear sunshine. On such days the afternoons seem quite warm, even though the thermometer says otherwise…
We are leaving
On a frosty
7.30 and minus 2 –
and so cold.
On the homeward bus
Dozing in a sunbeam
These two photos were taken on the day before we left – it was only about 10C, but it seemed much, much warmer in the sun!
When we left, the grass was crisply white, and wisps of fog around the hills were lit up with golden light from the rising sun. We moved twice on the bus, trying to escape the aching brilliance of morning light on our faces, but the warmth was very welcome.
The view from my daughter’s dining room window – it’s usually green over beyond the fence…