A young boy, waiting for the celebrations to begin....
Papua New Guinea
Goroka Festival
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I never understand my fascination with ramshackle, tumbled down, misfit objects and buildings. I took my first photo when I was about 15 years old. Our photography teacher gave us an assignment, to take a photograph of something that fascinated us.
It was winter...in New England and frightfully cold. In our backyard, between crusted snow, leaves and other debris, I found the object that spoke to me, one of my sisters long lost and forgotten dolls.
We developed our own film in the class. Let me tell you.. I was so proud to show off my photograph. I have to admit, I don't think the others in the class shared the same enthusiasm for my photo. No matter, it was my first and it interested me and that was all that mattered. So here I am, years later, in one of the most beautiful gardens in the world at Kew Gardens outside of London and I toddle off to find the most run down, neglected objects I can find, loving them just as much as I did that doll all those years ago. For in them, there once was life and the potential exists for their to be once again. I hope someone, someday, sees them worthy of what they could be.
My silver lining..there is always hope.image~me1View comments
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Of all the walks in London, I think Southbank has to be one of my favourites.On this occasion I was on my way to the Tate Modern and wonderingabout this fellow in the hat. :)
Wouldn't it have been nice if it was this man in the hat...Gato Barbieri...another favourite. :)0Add a comment
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Over the years I have been had a love/ hate relationship with Legos.Loved the creative possibilities, hated cleaning them up.My sons would spend hours on their creations.One preferred planes and tanks, the other, loved creating cities...large tall skyscrapers, multiple fascinating structuresreaching out to the sky...dinosaurs and soldiers protecting theinner walls of his cities.I was thrilled by his excitement but never quite got it...until now.I have been to Manhattan more times than I can count over the years.I never really looked up. Last week I visited again and this timeit was different, I looked up.I am happy to report to my son...I get it.:)
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...rock climbing in New Zealand... Explorations # 5image~meThe First Things You See...Start a collection based on the first found objects you see on your walk, whatever that is. You decide what the connection between the objects is (can be based on shape, color, size, etc.).The sculptor Henry Moore collected bones, flints, driftwood, seashells, pebbles, whale vertebrae, and various other things as sources for his own work, as well as using them as natural sculptures.
Excerpt from the book 'How to be an Explorer of the World - portable life museum' by Keri Smith,0Add a comment
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There are times when only an iPhone will do...This was one of them..Taken one January morning, poolside, at La Mamounia in Marrakech.
Along with these...
It was hard to pick just one...From poolside at La Mamounia towriting from Kasbah Tamadot ...Morocco...Day 4Nestled into the high Atlas Mountains, an hours drive from Marrakech,she writes by the window and sends thanks to all who have joined in on her postcard promise.She is overwhelmed and extremely happy to be thinking of each and every oneas she writes from... 'Kasbah Tamadot'..More on Marrakech and the high Atlas Mountains of Morocco to come...PS.. (Tamadot translates to 'soft breeze' in the local Berber language)images~me
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I have a deep admiration for women who work with their handsand I admit to a secret envy as well.
I came across an article on the Oratia Spinning and Craft Groupand knew it was going to be a keeper.If there was a story to be told I imagine these women could weaveone as beautiful as the ones they craft by hand. I hope that someonetakes them up on that someday. Imagine the tales they would tell.I love this excerpt from the magazine article..'Part of the beauty of groups like this is that you can see a product develop from start to finish.Bags of wool just off the back of a sheep are brought in and the fibre is hand-carded and spun,dyed (often with natural plant dye) and worked on a loom or with needles.Halfway through the morning there is tea and an old-fashioned trolley full of goodies,much of it from the previous day's home baking."
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I went walking with Winston Churchill on Sunday....in my dreams.We went along to visit Chartwell,a National Trust Property and the Churchill family home for many years.The inside was as special as the outside. I will come back to the inside soon.Clementine and Winston Churchill lived in Chartwell for 40 years.They adored it and it shows in what they created.They toiled, planned, and fretted but in the end it is said to haveMary Soames, daughter of Winston and Clementine, writes of her mother...." Over the years her pleasure in the place was seldom unalloyed by anxiety. Clementine, however, never stinted thought or effort in making Chartwell a delightful, comfortable home for her family, and the charming place so many friends through the years would recall. My mother imprinted the stamp of her lovely, and always unaffected, taste on both house and garden".and of her father..."As the years mounted, Winston still found infinite pleasure and contentment at Chartwell. Grandchildren as well as children came to be company for both my parents. My mother now played croquet instead of tennis; my father would watch the butterflies on the buddleias and count the red admirals with satisfaction, or sit for hours gazing over the dim blueness of the Weald - the view that 40 years before had so enraptured him."A rainy Sunday at Chartwell and a walk along the propertyAn Artist at work...the studio.A Gardener creates....A great man alone in his thoughts....creating a vision that would change the world.images~meWesterham, KentEnglandPS... off to Bath this weekend.Any suggestions ?4View comments
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Earlier this summer, I made a mad dash into Sissinghurst gardens,30 minutes before closing. I vowed to go back, tried a few weeks laterand managed to sit on the M25 for six hours having to retreat as it closed yet again.It was not meant to be this summer.
I want to tell you all about the Elizabehtan house set in fields and meadowsin the beautiful Kent landscape. I want to tell you about the owners,Vita Sackville-West, poet, novelist, gardener and her husband, Harold Nicolson,writer and diplomat. There is more to their story than you can imagine.But that is another story.I have many photographs from my 30 minute photo shooting spree..waiting for my words. I think a cold winter's day and timeon hand will be required to write the post that I want to share, until thenplease join me as we walk thruSissinghurst gardens....one room at a time.June 11, 2011
and then their are the fields and meadows....I will save that for another time...Best wishes my green thumbed friends,Jeanne xximages~me1View comments
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