Unicorns

Unicorns

I cannot imagine how anyone came up with the idea of a unicorn. The idea is not new, unicorns have been around for a least a couple of thousand years, and may even predate that.

 

Where do you go my lovely?

Where do you go my lovely?

You talk like Marlene Dietrich And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire Your clothes are all made by Balmain And there`s diamonds and pearls in your hair

 

Hat dreams

Hat dreams

I don’t dream very frequently, so when I do dream, I tend to pay attention – not so much to the dream, but to the feelings provoked – and from that I can usually interpret a meaning for me.

 

Killer apps

Killer apps

I’ve had an uneasy relationship with my mobile phones. It’s another thing to lug around. To lose, to damage, to have the batteries go flat, to have stolen, to impress [nobody] with, to… to… > more…

 

Changes

Changes

Do we simply become so hard hearted that nothing can hurt us or do we somehow tear away our carapace and become like a sweet, tender baby? I don’t know that I can risk that, as much as the idea appeals. >>> More…

 

Fusion culture

Fusion culture

We caught up with friends this afternoon. Of course, afternoon tea. That most post-victorian activity on the planet. Afternoon tea. If you know us at all you know we’re all about afternoon tea. But there’s more going on here than meets the eye.

 

Holy of holies

Holy of holies

kawakawa [Macropiper excelsum]. The leaves are usually hole punched by the green Kawakawa Looper moth [Cleora scriptaria] caterpillars. The leaves can be used for healing purposes and, rather than being a disadvantage, the leaves with the most holes are considered the best with the strongest concentrations of active ingredients.

 

Umbels

Umbels

There was a slight break in the rain this afternoon. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to dash out and grab a few shots of the glorious parsley flowers. I love them.

 

Families

Families

I think of family as a fluid arrangement of people. Family is plural. It’s about a group of people who grow, together [and sometimes apart] through time, weaving stories visible and invisible to others.

 

Second chances

Second chances

More than a year has gone past since I last wrote here. I want to say it’s been a terrible year. But that’s not entirely true. The Hallmark sickly sweet side of me wants to pretend everything wants to say it turned out fantastic but that’s not entirely true either. The truth is the earth continued to rotate and the sun appeared in roughly the usual place and time, and life unrolled as it has for the last 100 million days.