Weekly Photography Challenge: Heritage

My Dad was an inveterate collector, obsessed with the rich heritage of Regency England’s gunmakers. He was famous amongst the arcane circle of gun collectors for his encyclopedic knowledge of the guns, their makers and their wealthy, titled owners. As a boy he loved pirate stories, and tales of derring-do, which morphed and grew as the years went by. He always excused his expensive habit as “investment”, which has proved true. Most have them have been sold now, which is rather sad, but inevitable.

I didn’t inherit Dad’s  passion for “Old Guns”, but I definitely have the collector gene, if there is one…None of my collections are going to realise much fiscal value in years to come, but that’s not the point. I like tracking down and looking at this stuff!

Some things I collect become parts of mixed media art – such as the wind-chime I made from a bit of  a broken coffee plunger and a lot of detritus. Then there’s vintage orange plastic (sometimes I buy green, too, but mainly orange), coloured glass (seen alongside a Russian samovar, which was Dad’s, not sure why he bought it!), vintage textiles, which I actually use, eventually, and a shelf of books about Kurt Cobain/Nirvana. Oh, and fake plastic (and ceramic) cacti, because…why not?

Friday Poem: Seminole

IMG_4652 (Large)We took a different route this time on our way to Canberra, going through Echuca (and Cactus Country in Strathmerton), staying the night in Urana (I’d never heard of it either….) and stopping for a break and coffee in Wagga Wagga. It was foggy when we left Urana, the vast flat empty landscape ghostly for miles, but by lunchtime at Gundagai, the sun was warm and we only had a couple more hours to go.IMG_4717 (Large)

This is a tiny poem, as alliterative as anything, and absolutely true!

I saw a woman in Wagga.
She was wearing
a Seminole skirt.

I was impressed.

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I’ve been doing some sewing, and I keep thinking about than skirt, so I did a little bit of very simple Seminole patchwork yesterday. It can be much more colourful and complex than this, and requires precision and attention to detail. Not my usual style!

The Kurt Cobain quote that includes the words “you can be as sloppy as you want” is my favourite with good reason, although he did add the rider “as long as it’s good and has passion”, so not too sloppy…