Weekly Photography Challenge: A Good Day

The challenge this week is to make a gallery (with or without MESH), and tell the story of a Good Day. Most days have at least the potential to be good days, although we don’t always think to record them. I had to choose between searching out photos of a past Good Day somewhere exciting, or to get out the camera and record an average, stay-at-home Good Day.

I chose the latter.

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A Good Day at home includes sunshine, some gardening and arts and crafts, a comfy chair, and chai tea and something tasty served up on pretty vintage china. Some Nirvana and photography is always good, and today I made a miniature Japanese moss garden in an old fish tank. And spring is coming – blossom on the trees and birds outside annoying the cat, who isn’t…

I’m not sure if this Mudhoney song is quite in the same spirit, but I like it anyway. Hope you do too…

Today is a Good Day

Creativity: Artist Scrapbook 22

So, what happened to last week?

This next page is a Kraft paper bag, and it’s a bit …naughty,I guess. Australians will be familiar with the antics of Hamish and Andy, seen here with Hamish stark naked, just inside the fence of a naturist establishment, his – ah – dignity preserved by the fencepost. The horoscope has the words “Stretch the boundaries” highlighted, which is just what Hamish was doing! The picture of Lord Ganesha is from an incense packet, and still carries the delicious aroma.  as77

 

On the reverse of the bag page is a quote from Kurt Cobain –

“Punk rock should mean freedom, like in accepting everything that you like, playing whatever you want, as sloppy as you want, as long as it’s good, and has passion.”

I think the same principle can be applied to any creative endeavour – certainly an artist scrapbook!
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The quote is written on a flap of paper, hinged on one side with staples – the sloppy scrapbooker’s friend. Underneath, magazine pics of a couple of punk rock bands – Mudhoney and Dinosaur Jr, both exponents of sloppy but good and passionate! The Dinosaur Jr clipping advertises the show I went to to celebrate my 50th birthday. Fun times.

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More next week!

Weekly Photo Challenge: Forward

hungry fox

This week’s challenge is ‘Forward’, moving forward being the idea suggested.

This little scrawny fox was forward in a different sense when it came up near the house in the middle of the day to feast on fallen plums.

I guess it was really hungry, but it was so casual about it.

Forward!

kangaroo thornOne spring following the Mt Lubra fire, we went on our favourite bush walk, only to find that there was no way forward where the track used to be. A fine dense crop of Acacia pycnantha aka Kangaroo Thorn aka (your choice of swearwords) completely covered the track.

As in the children’s rhyme, there being no way through, we had to go around.

We still went forward, just not the way we planned.travelling

I took this picture with my phone, whilst moving forward on a bus.

It’s somewhere west of Ballarat, late in the day.

The sky was serenely beautiful, the sun moving forward towards the west, to light up India and beyond.

(Actually, the Earth is rotating etc, but we all know that!)off to school

I’m guessing by the size of the kids that I took this one about 21 years ago.

They were going forward down the lane to school.

Since then they’ve all grown up and moved forward out of home and into the world.

In life we are always moving forward, even when we have to go around, or feel like we have been forced out of our comfort zone, like the plum-eating fox.

I learned this poem in high school, and after forty years, I have it almost word-perfect.

However, I had to Google it to find out the Cecil Day-Lewis wrote it.

It’s all about moving forward, and I love it!

Children look down upon the morning-grey

 Tissue of mist that veils a valleys lap:

Their fingers itch to tear it and unwrap the flags, the roundabouts, the gala day.

They watch the spring rise inexhaustibly –

A breathing thread out of the eddied sand,

Sufficient to their day; but half their mind

Is on the sailed and glittering estuary.

Fondly we wish their mist might never break,

Knowing it hides so much that best were hidden:

We’d chain them by the spring, lest it should broaden

For them into a quicksand and a wreck,

But they slip through our fingers like the source,

Like mist, like time that has mapped out their course.itty bitty

I am also looking  forward to a small person, one of these days,  who will wear these itty bitty clothes, and go on to call me granny, and on whom I can be a bad influence, teaching him/her to question authority and listen to the Melvins/Meatpuppets/Mudhoney…