Saturday, October 25, 2008


I have been feeling a little like this of late. A bit stuck. Perhaps a little stuffed (no comments please Gary). Or maybe full is a better word. Frustrated. I have been working rather hard and consequently have had little time to even think about being creative, let alone picking up the camera and making some pictures. Recently, I have felt that work is defining me. I go through phases like this, and know that balance will return once I have realised that it has been lost.

I was looking down at my hands today and thinking about a change of career. I think a penny dropped and a few other things then fell in to place. You know when you've been choosing not to observe yourself for a while, and then all of a sudden you see it all quite clearly. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror looking a little too much like the stuffed weasel that we see here. A little bit stuck and sneery. Only a little, but we don't want that do we?

So, some thinking to do.

And I also keep putting off getting a Canon 5D.

And I also want to read forever.


Wednesday, October 15, 2008


Last night I dreamt that I was sitting beneath an autumnal tree in the park behind my childhood house. I was making something out of leaves and wood, and there blew a gently odd wind, of the kind that stirs when magic is about to happen. A branch of the tree reached down to me in the shape of a pointing finger, and then it spread out its fingery branches so that they surrounded me under its palm. I sat inside and felt very safe and protected.

This morning, at breakfast, I am positive that the strawberry jam plumped up and rose a little to meet my spoon.

Just a little bit.....