I wasn’t sure what she meant; but when she paused,
expecting a reply,
I nodded as if I did understand.
Category Archives: photography
’til i hitched a ride on a river boat queen
According to my search box, I have never mentioned Melvin Sokolsky on this blog before. I’m not really sure why that is, since he’s one of my favourites. But don’t worry, I’m not going to bombard you with any over-intellectualised reasons why; I’m just going to do my usual and show you why. I’d happily have any of these gracing my walls. One day, hopefully, I will.
we will laugh and talk about the village green
Basically, I wish this year would slow down. Before we know it I’ll be in Somerset (did I just mention the unmentionable?). I’ve got a day off today and I’m trying to be productive so musn’t stay long. But what a lovely day – nice and toasty. Have good ones, won’t you.
we’ll run away from home, see the fountains of rome or maybe amsterdam
The boy and I have got a few days off together. Call it a holiday, if you will. We’re not going anywhere, but have just decided to spend the time sorting out the flat, stocking up the cupboards (we did our first ever online food shop – which I found far more exciting than I should), culling the wardrobe (which I find far easier than I thought I would – I can be ruddy ruthless, don’tcha know), all whilst continuing the ever-fruitless job hunt and creativity quest. Today we could even be found making some home-made bunting (out of the not-good-enough-for-charity wardrobe culls); if that’s not deviceful and staycation-ish, then I don’t know what is.
This evening we are staying in. All part and parcel of the staycation, you see. The boy has made me a g&t (he’s even given me two green straws to match the limes and folded one straw down in a cocktail-like manner – pluspointsplease). So, with a drink by my side, I decided I’d settle down with the laptop and share some groundbreaking photos (said with only mild disdain, of course). The boy took them of me on our little trip out to buy some ribbon for bunting – who’d’ve ever thought it. I am wearing: Rokit vintage shirt, shorts and belt, Urban Outfitters coat, satchel and necklace, and Topshop Aruba boots.
sometimes i get overcharged, that’s when you see sparks
Yesterday I had a little whizz round the East End. Here’s what I saw and what I wanted to buy (but didn’t due to stains and missing buttons and not being able to move).
lively up yourself and don’t be no drag
I must say, the new year has a tendency to make me feel nervous. I don’t mean about looking forward, but looking back. Nostalgia that powerful is nerve-inducing, don’t you think? Or maybe I’m misreading my feelings. Looking at my phone photos from the last year is one thing that inspires such nostalgia. I have always loved phone photos. When I was at university I used to ask all my friends to send me the photos they had taken on their phones; I always thought they captured the best moments and I was desperate not to lose those. They’re uncontrived, spontaneous, sometimes hilarious, sometimes sad, or even mundane; but I love that. If ever I worry that my memory might fail me, I look through my phone photos and get comfort from the fact that they can remind me of the trivial and everyday and unexpected things I’ve seen and the moments of laughter that I might otherwise have forgotten. It’s my therapy. So, here’s my 2010 in a selection of fabulous phone photos (oh, and apologies if this is the longest post, like ever)…
January: snow and records.
February: an emerging sunshine and trof.
March: the exceptionally blue skies must’ve made me feel pensive and arty. March was a busy one.
April and May: apparently I lost my spring-spark – this is all I’ve got.
June: shopping for that somerset thing and hoping we’d win.
July: oooh, a new photography app. And clouds and tights and recipes.
August: BIRTHDAY. MUSIC. PHIL SPECTOR.
September: buttons and berries. Strangeways, here we come.
October: after work drinks and my doodle of the boy. Amazing.
November: freezing cold football, new shoes, big hands, protests.
December: christmas trees, cold feet and tba.
New Years Eve: I went out by mistake. Here’s the only evidence I could find.
So, there you have it. Apologies for the massively self-indulgent post. Though I must say, there’s lots of weather going on in those. Something for everyone! As for 31st December, let’s just say I’m lucky to have come home with a phone at all. See you soon, folks! x
this is for the duke
dance before me like a million eyes
that call me on and on across the universe.
thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letterbox,
they tumble blindly as they make their way
across the universe…
in restless dreams i walked alone…
‘neath the halo of a street lamp,
i turned my collar to the cold and damp,
when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
that split the night
and touched the sound of silence.
