Sun up, or sun down, that is the challenge…I’m not a morning person, I prefer to avoid dawn, except in winter when the sun also gets up later…
So here are some late-in-the-day spectacular skies. The street scene is in Horsham – not a colourful event, but I liked the quality of the light. The three on the right are all of the same evening, an apocalyptic looking cloud-scape over Ararat. We came out from a movie at the Astor Cinema, to find the light weirdly yellow, as it sometimes is with a storm brewing .The last is taken from the car on the way home – sunset over the Grampians, not that you can tell! It reminds me of a Tim Storrier painting, though.
I love a lot of people and things, so choosing a particular beloved as my subject is a challenge indeed…
However, I saw my beloved Foo Fighters last week, supported by Weezer (love them too!), so here are some pictures from the show at Etihad Stadium in Melbourne. Every time I’ve seen them, I’ve been further away, I think! The first time I saw them play mid afternoon at the Big Day Out – I forget what year it was – and not all that many people cared. Now they can fill a stadium, and our seats were way up near the roof…Once the lights were out and the music began, I forgot about our vertiginous perch, and just enjoyed the show.
As the sun went down, golden rays lit up the windows on the far side of the auditorium, making for a light show that rivalled that on stage. Later on, Dave Grohl asked for darkness and then for the crowd to turn on their phones for a magical display of unity.
There’s nothing like a bit of community singing to cheer the heart, and there was plenty of that before the show was over and we all filed back outside. What’s not to love?
Appropriate, considering my long silence this week – yet another almost over before I get to making a post. It’s been hot, which I find very enervating, and no rain for ages, so every evening is spent outside watering in an effort to keep the garden going. There are gangs of cockatoos around, so it’s not absolutely quiet, but it’s very pleasant to be out under the sky and out of earshot of the doom, gloom and nonsense spouted by the tv…
I feel like I’m blowing my own (future) trumpet with this post, which is an activity not encouraged for women of my age and culture. So I’m doing it anyway…
On the left, my photo of a spinning top in a patch of rainbow, on the right, that image applied to a ladies…top.
On the left, a magnificent epiphyllum flower, and that image on a sleeveless top.
A highlight of visits to Perth, Western Australia, is watching the sun go down over the Indian Ocean – our Western Sea – and that image on a silk “men’s pocket square”.
I’m inveterate collector of…interesting things. Here are some of them in a heavily edited photo of the little grid of shelves in my kitchen window – now available on a silk scarf.
I was lucky enough to find a crochet bedspread in an op shop/thrift store – all it needed was a good soak and an afternoon on the washing line. I think it makes a gorgeous and witty print for a silk cashmere scarf.
All these designs -my collection-so-far – are available to order from VIDA. As the pieces are printed and made up to order, they are all existing “in the future”, and may look a little different from the digital prototypes. The best bit of Vida is that the makers are given access to literacy education as well as being paid for their expertise- brightening the future for them and their families.
Some 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.
I’m getting towards the end of “Escape”, so soon I’ll have to find a new subject for these posts…Stay tuned.
The WPC theme for the week is ‘shadowed’, which offers so many possibilities that it is difficult to choose a handful, let alone only one (not that I ever limit myself to only one…)
My son Alex and I went for a walk yesterday evening, along the recently burnt roadside to the Moyston cemetery, taking photos as we went of the lovely evening shadows spreading across the landscape. The orange glow of the sunset reflected eerily on the polished stone of some of the graves, as the lone angel stood watch on her high perch. Click on a photo to see it better…
This morning, Bryan and I went to town for a coffee (and more legitimate reasons!), and I couldn’t resist pulling out my phone to try to capture the shadows cast on the wall – the strong sunlight reflected off the window of a car parked outside.
I was looking for something extra in my recent photos for today, something a little unexpected.
In clusters of housing, windows often overlook windows, and this window opposite my daughter’s place twice had something extra that I and my camera couldn’t resist. On the first occasion, it was a cat, blissfully soaking up the afternoon sunshine.
On another day, the window became a mirror, reflecting the glorious winter evening sky behind us. A window is often set in a room in such a way as to frame a view, but this goes to show that it can frame a view on the outside as well!
I tried to take a photo of one of Zoe’s cats – Daisy – in what I thought was a delightful composition with a clock and chest. Instead of staying nicely posed, she promptly jumped down, leaving me with one extra shot of a bare chest of drawers and a clock on the wall…Oh, well.