It often amazes me to see newspaper polls on how safe people think they are (with no regard for how safe they actually are) when their feelings of security are so much affected by what they read in that same newspaper – not to mention TV news coverage that emphasises and reiterates every bad thing that happens anywhere (preferably with pictures).
Feeling secure is as important as how secure you actually are, and not watching the news is a big help with that. Morgen the cat and our grand daughters, Matilda and Juniper, don’t watch “news” and they feel pretty good most of the time. My mum took the photo of Juni, me and Zoe (my daughter, Juni’s mum) sitting on one of my late dad’s English ship’s cannons. He rescued them from scrap metal when I was little, and we used them as a play gym when I was growing up. I feel less secure about my grandkids frolicking on them – they didn’t seem as high (or hard) when I was a kid…
This morning, wondering which “Good Match” to choose for this weeks challenge, my Rothko-esque painting caught my eye, and I decided on pink’n’orange, which is my favourite colour (combination) by far. My 3 year old grand daughter Juniper thinks it’s amazing that Granny has TWO favourite colours, but I love how they amplify each other, no matter what shade or tone is used.
So I took the camera for a little stroll around the house, collecting images of pink’n’orange matches.
I could have gone on…but I thought that was probably enough….
…except for this classic good match of a cat sitting on a mat (which happens also to be pink’n’orange).
Without shadows, what would we know about light? This thought occurred to me when learning tonal drawing, in which the shadows give shape to everything. A Japanese paper lantern casts just enough light to bring form into the darkness. Morning and evening are the best time for shadows, I think. The sunlight comes at a slant, casting interesting patterns on the curtains at my windows.I chose to layer a black gridded fabric behind a white curtain, just for the way it would look with the sun behind it, along with a dream catcher and other beaded pieces. Late in the day, a peach tree embellishes the striped shadow of a Venetian blind.
Cats are notorious for their love of sunbeams, but in this case, Morgen sat beside it, in the shadows, so that she stands out against a blaze of light. You’d almost think she did it on purpose !
At this time of year, with the clarion call of “buy! buy! BUY!” ringing across the land, “relax” is truly a challenge! Cats don’t have any urge to do Christmas shopping, so maybe that’s why Morgen can manage to sleep most of the day (and night). Me remaking the bed was only a temporary interruption…
I like my old eiderdowns (I’m not sure why they got the name – there’s no down in them) with their sweet rosey prints. They’ve usually got some wear and tear (literal) that has to be underneath out of sight.One of my cushions was made (upcycled) from a Nirvana Muddy Banks tee-shirt (wear and tear again!). The back of it features photos of the actual banks of the Wishkah River, from our visit there 5 years ago (they really are muddy…). Sewing is a way I like to relax, but I like to get the tidying up done first, unfortunately.
I could have chosen photos of sunrise, or breakfast for the “morning” Photography Challenge, but we have a resident cat named Morgen (“morning” in German), and I thought I’d have plenty of morning photos of her invading my warm bed. And I have! Many of them were taken with a phone camera, because I was still in bed myself, and the phone was handy.
A typical morning routine is – I get up and give her breakfast, make mine and take it back to bed. Then she tries to get a warm spot, which may involve sitting on me if she can.
You may notice two photos are almost the same, apart from a brownish patch on her flank – the result of sitting much too close to a radiator on a frosty morning. I didn’t realise just how singed she was until she had groomed off all the burnt tips of guard hairs, revealing her pretty apricot undercoat! I guess she couldn’t tell how hot her fur was getting through her winter insulating coat. Oooops!
Bloggers in the depths of the northern hemisphere winter are looking for something Vibrant as a promise of spring. Way down under, it’s summer still but some of us are looking forward to autumn and cooler, crisper days and nights. We’ve had some good rain at last (after months of almost none), so the garden has perked up and is looking much more vibrant. The frogs that have been hiding somewhere have also perked up and are calling loudly, vibrantly, non-stop. Too bad I can’t take a photo of noise!
Here we have my eldest son Simon with his niece, Matilda, Morgen the cat asleep as usual, and contrasting nicely with the vivid colours of a vintage comforter. A book of vibrant poetry arrived in the mail this week, to be enjoyed with freshly made Welsh cakes and a big mug of coffee. Today I had toasted Turkish bread with hummus and home-grown tomatoes. The amaryllis belladonna have opened their petals, their perfume is as vibrant as the colour. Also in the mail – three new card designs for Sukie’s Original, and finally, the little camp chairs that I re-covered with brilliant orange and green canvas. I’m waiting for the day when Juniper and Matilda are both big enough to sit on them!
Oops is right – somehow it got to be Friday without me making any post! This week’s (almost last week’s) photography challenge is to share photos of something that went horribly wrong. That’s not really something you can set up, because that would be cheating, and not Ooops at all…so I’ve been trying to think of some disaster that I actually took photos of. Not many…there’s the aftermath of the possum in the pantry…but I couldn’t find the photo. Here’s what happened when a curious bird wandered into the house. We keep the cat in, but don’t always succeed in keeping the birds out.
Less of a disaster (nothing died…), my one attempt to date at choux pastry forgot to “puff” when I baked it. Oh well, icing and lollies fixed it!
Not really a disaster, some of the photos I took of my son’s burning Guy earlier this year turned out to be inadvertently disturbing.
The full figure is obviously not human, with it’s tiny dragon head – however the close-up of Alex’s old shoe being licked by flames doesn’t include any clue to what is actually happening…ooops.