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my ‘Valentine’, my visit to my Nonnas left me with enriching memories, memories that aren’t captured by film, but that will nestle and grow in my heart. The camera has captured moments of beauty which run parallel to the joy that I felt being with my family. I hope you feel as full of love seeing them as I do.
the sunset seen from my Nonnas house.
Valentines day has rarely held a great appeal for me.
Maybe because at school, and after, I was never the girl inundated with valentine cards. Or maybe the trauma from the day I stole £2 (and was caught) from my dads car to fund a valentines card for my then boyfriend remains with me.
It is probable that the shameless commerciality of it has always been at the ahem, ‘heart’ of my disdain for this valentine event.
Well, this year is one of the rare years.
It is my grandmas 90th birthday on 14th February, and we are going to celebrate!
We went to late at the Tate. (the joys of working round the corner from it), and found these beautiful pictures by Gabriel Orozco.
Well, it is the start of 2011, and 2010 has been truly a shaping year. So much changed in 2010. From the sad and difficult start as I came to terms with my love leaving for warmer climes and his own adventures and leaving his secret to move forward from. To my ‘new’ part time job which has turned into a full time position thanks to some hard work, some good luck- and some genuinely wonderful people. To stopping smoking- without even too much effort, to piling on a few pounds (maybe kilos would be fairer- but the tits have only benefitted- or that is what I keep telling myself.) To learning how to knit thanks for my wonderful wild woman Nonna- soon to be 90. (incidently- new years resolution 1: to visit Nonna for her 90th birthday and to organise a celebration.)
Really, you cannot imagine how much richness I have gained from the relationship which has been nurtured with Nonna. There was a hairy few months with my sister in 2010- which embroiled dad and mum-and it hurt a bit at the time- but not so much that I compromised myself- and that dear blog was another hurdle overcome. To have come out smiling and stronger (not only in myself but in my relationship with my sister) than ever- now that was an achievement.
To Fra, my dear dear Fra- always my friend, my sunshine, my rock. His beauty shines and he finally forced me to confront myself with my feelings, and hopefully we will both be able to move on, continue on our journeys and grow and still love each other. I feel blessed at the beginning of this year. Truly blessed, and fortunate (is that the same thing?) Not only have I had special adventures in 2010. A yacht holiday with deafblind people, working at Greenman festival, meeting kindred spirits in the most unlikely of ways, I’ve been surrounded by beautiful and incredible people.
So- overall, spiritually, emotionally, and materially things have moved forward for me, and there are new and old stepping stones for 2011 to concentrate on. things to continue to work at.
Buy a camera- mine has died a terribly sad death- and I miss taking photos.
keep knitting, and learning from Nonna- keep stitching all the areas of my life up…literally. (keep reading my fairytale books.)
carry on not smoking. (Don’t worry- I wont exaggerate by saying drink less too.)
take up a form of sport. **(Dull, but a practical piece of advice to self.)
take care of my skin and dare I say it- buy colour for my hair- it is finally time.
eat more healthy and continue to work hard. There are a couple of daydreams which I need to nurture. Dear blog- Happy happy new year.
For all the terrible imbalances on our fragile and beautiful earth- for all the disarray with volcanoes erupting, earthquakes, empty oceans, and much much more…. this is the most beautiful Autumn I have ever seen in England.
Today- Bonfire night-it is 16 degrees- and leaves glue on trees, red, yellow, orange, green so vibrant that their colour paints the grey of our London sky. I’ve never seen them so bright or persistent in their glory.
Southwark council shows its first signs of poverty as thick blankets of colour find lengthy home on regiment pavements, English order concedes to natures cycle.
Its lovely here guys.
And these photos aren’t London- but nevertheless they are- meagre- signs of our beautiful English Autumn. Please enjoy.
I think I need a new camera. There seems to be a blur on this one..
Have a meander, and a gander at this: James D Clark. His photography rocks.
and then…. we went to a photo gallery on Saturday- and saw: Justin Westover. His work also rocked. I have to say- I prefer his non portrait work. Something in psycho geography which always seems to get me incredibly excited. Justins work was all based around Paris and france where he lives- very beautiful and thought provoking pictures. All photos which were had traces of humans- not like this photo- but it was the only one I could find.
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The simplest thing of looking out of my window- never ceases to bring me beauty and awe.
A London landscape:
(I couldn’t stay away- even if this site is bombarded with spammers…) Its been longer than a year now that I’ve been ‘blogging’! AND- its the most beautiful time of year- Autumn. Just like the lovely new born in my life! Can’t wait to meet her.
I heard a radio programme about Manchester and its notorious rain tonight. It didn’t make me nostalgic- Manchester has the ability to not have nostalgia bestowed on it. Melancholy might be a more apt emotion evoked when regarding Manchester. And to hear that most of the creative population of Manchester knows melancholy- (I wouldn’t say ‘cheered’ me up but) put me in a comfortably comradariesque contemplative frame of mind. What am I trying to say?
Maybe Manchester – maybe the grey- maybe- the shared experience of life- in ones solitude- is ok- to help get through the little come downs of the blue pills. But maybe this is easy to say living in more temperate climes..
Anyway- I should stick to photos. Here are a random few- which have no more narrative other than-they hit the spot/
(Its good to be back!)
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