Shock me, Amadeus!

. “I am not thoughtless but am prepared for anything and as a result can wait patiently for whatever the future holds in store, and I'll be able to endure it.” ― Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart . What do you consider to be a disaster... a personal and ordinary disaster of the kind we encounter daily... Continue Reading →

The Sneezing Doorbell

. "I hurt myself today To see if I still feel I focus on the pain The only thing that's real" ― Johnny Cash . Imagine a door. Behind this door is the home of your dreams. Every room is exactly as you've imagined it could be, furnished just for you. But... The door is... Continue Reading →

Was this the way of insecurity or in security?

. “I understand what you're saying, and your comments are valuable, but I'm gonna ignore your advice.” ― Roald Dahl . Have you ever regretted taking someone's advice? Have you ever regretted ignoring someone's advice? Damned if you do and damned if you don't... But what is it that is damning you? Most often it... Continue Reading →

The Secret Life of Feelings

. “It always shocked me when I realized that I wasn’t the only person in the world who thought and felt such strange and awful things.” ― John Green . What does enveloped mean to you? . Enveloped... means to me exploring the layers which shroud us, inside and out. Thought. Feeling. And more. And... Continue Reading →

Splashed by Murky Waters

. “Life starts out with everyone clapping when you take a poo and goes downhill from there. ” ― Sloane Crosley, I Was Told There'd Be Cake . Have you ever had one of those days when you wondered if you were a part of some cosmic joke, but you're not sure which side of... Continue Reading →

When a Tree Crashes into to You…

“The world spins. We stumble on. It is enough.” ― Colum McCann . With the sort of winds which we sometimes get around this part of the world... they could uproot a tree and blow that projectile onto you, like a hammer hitting a nail on the head, missing the thumb. However... That's not exactly... Continue Reading →

Diamonds on Water

. . Do you ever observe all the permutations which your mind makes of that which your eyes see? In a split second it can see... The sun after a rainstorm playing with a puddle, a sea of stars, diamonds on water, reflections of light chasing away the dark, the cold absorbing warmth. Or the... Continue Reading →

How to be a Human Bean

. “For your information, I'm staying like this, and everyone else can just get used to it! If people don't like me the way I am, well TOUGH BEANS!” ― Bill Watterson . Hello, Human Bean! And welcome to life on earth! You're new here, freshly born, a little green, and probably wondering what the... Continue Reading →

It’s All the Rage!

Letting it slide is in many ways my go-to coping mechanism for life, and when dealing with those complex beings known as other people. It's one of those ways of approaching life and relationships which grows out of a natural trait rather than something unnatural which you force upon yourself. If you're irascible naturally... trying... Continue Reading →

The Problem with Orange is Blue…

. “When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?” ― Shel Silverstein . They say that nothing rhymes with orange. They say... a lot of things. They never stop talking, opining and making their... Continue Reading →

Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength

“Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.” ― Thomas Pynchon . . It's a rather lovely experience to connect with someone else on a subtle level. It's a communion of being, no need to say or do anything, the communication is there, effortless and easy. You feel at home with them and they... Continue Reading →

…the scale of disaster you’ve left yourself open to.

“It was like when you make a move in chess and just as you take your finger off the piece, you see the mistake you've made, and there's this panic because you don't know yet the scale of disaster you've left yourself open to.” ― Kazuo Ishiguro . . . . The other day I... Continue Reading →

The Dangerous Assumption

. . “When first I was put into prison some people advised me to try and forget who I was. It was ruinous advice. It is only by realising what I am that I have found comfort of any kind. Now I am advised by others to try on my release to forget that I... Continue Reading →

It’s not the face, but the expressions on it…

“It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.” ― Stephenie Meyer . . . . When I first saw the focus of this week’s Daily Post Photo challenge:... Continue Reading →

All the small things…

. . “True life is lived when tiny changes occur.” ― Leo Tolstoy . You're asking me... as though you think, expect, are more certain than I am that I have an answer. That I have a system, an order, a ritual which guarantees something. And maybe, in a tiny corner of your eye, in... Continue Reading →

Of Shadow, Shapes, and Shrouded Apparitions

. . “Then shadows and shapes, shrouded figures, appeared to join him, apparitions, ancient, mythical faces, wise and beautiful, like holy ghosts, shimmering around around him, beside him, beyond him, enveloped by a brume indescribable, shot through with shafts of pink and blue and gold, as though the heavens themselves had opened up and poured... Continue Reading →

A Strange Kind of Peace

“What do you think…?” I asked my partner as he walked into my office while I was working on the image in this post. He paused. Looked. Paused. Paused a bit more. I knew he didn’t like it. “You don’t like it,” I stated the obvious in an obvious yet neutral way to remove the... Continue Reading →

Experience is a brutal teacher…

. . “Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn fast.” ― William Nicholson . . What is shadow? Is it the contrast of light or is light the contrast of it? And what about the shades of grey which exist between shadow and light? . What is... shadowed? Is it the same as shadow...... Continue Reading →

Love is a Doing word…

. . Love is a doing word… and the heart loves a new challenge. I would like to thank the beautiful soul who inspired me to do this. They messaged me on tumblr and, as I replied, what they had shared with me swirled within the place where I listen and a spark set light... Continue Reading →

What’s Your Melting Point?

. . “I am not an outsider. I am an insider who discovered that everyone else had gone out.” ― Stephen J. Day, Horizontal - The Recumbent Adventures of Philias Switchmoat . . Warmth... Hmmmm... what is your definition of warmth? Is it physical, mental, emotional, soulful, abstract or... a very real kind of thing... Continue Reading →

Tuesday Tales, Trends and Travels Online

On Twitter, Tuesdays used to be known as Truthful Tuesday, where you confessed something via tweet. I have no idea if it is still a Twitter trend because I rarely tweet. Nothing to do with Twitter, I still love the format, I just... have been too distracted to participate. Reminds me of what my teachers... Continue Reading →

Please help me and/or yourselves with a Creative Project and Share your Twinkling Sparks

. . I know this is cheeky, but it's a fun for all kind of cheekiness (at least I think it is which is why I'm doing it)... The image above is my entry into The Daily Post's Photo Challenge: Twinkle. The prize for entering this kind of challenge is the inspiration to create and... Continue Reading →

It Follows Me like a Shadow

It follows me like a shadow… but what is it? Have you ever observed the shadows around you, watching them change with the shifting light over the course of a year? Have you listened to them with your eyes, heard their whispers like shivers breathing in your ears. Felt their touch on your skin, cold... Continue Reading →

On the Verge of a Con

. . Is this a photograph of a bicycle? Yes or No. Unless you’re feeling a bit Magritte today, you’d probably go with Yes as an answer. I’m going with Yes, because I took the photograph (and took it this morning, and as far as I am aware not much has changed in my sliver... Continue Reading →

The Latitude of Attitude – What’s Your Angle?

. . One of the things which I try to assess about a person when I’m interacting with them is where they are coming from. [Such as are they the sort of person who will read the previous sentence and trip over my incorrect use of grammar. Will they be offended by my error so... Continue Reading →

Out damned spot… of the telltale heart!

. . Doct.  What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands. Gen.  It is an accustomed action with her, to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her to continue in this a quarter of an hour. Lady M.  Yet here’s a spot. Doct.  Hark! she speaks. I will set... Continue Reading →

The Achievements of Others… Do you envy, admire, are challenged or inspired by them?

. . A friend of a friend recently revealed that a project of theirs, of the team of which they are a part, had been shortlisted for an Oscar nomination in one of those categories which doesn’t always make it to the show which airs on TV, but which is still very important to those... Continue Reading →

Bir-Hakeim Bridge from above

You know that saying – A picture is worth a thousand words – well, this photograph is worth a thousand memories to me. Every pixel teems with stories for me – including misadventures on a mobilette, such as almost being detained as a possible teenage terrorist because I was driving erratically – and my first time passing out at a party and waking up the following day with no idea where I was, which was at the Australian Embassy residence (close to the bridge).
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The Bir-Hakeim bridge is one which I refer to as the Passy bridge, as the Which Way? that I went was from the Eiffel tower side – where I lived and went to school – to the other side, which is an area known as Passy – where I socialised after school and at the weekends hanging out at a little cafe-bar which was tucked almost underneath the bridge just after it made landfall. Yes, I went the other way too, retraced my steps (or took the metro) to get home, but in my mind my movement was towards Passy even when I was moving away from it.
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The halfway point across the bridge, the part which looks a bit like the prow of a ship and felt like one too when you stood looking out at the Seine, is a place which holds a special memory. The last time I saw a very good friend of mine, we sat on the prow of that imaginary ship, talking about the meaning of life and the currents which flow through it and carry us here and there, near and far. My friend was being carried across an ocean by the currents of life and I was staying put before being carried off elsewhere. We knew that we probably would never see or speak to each other again, so in that last conversation we were more honest with each other than we had ever been before – similar to the way that strangers are, as soon we would be strangers once again.
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The memories which this photograph captures for me are mostly sweet, at least they are now viewed from the height of living in the future and looking back at the past – a past whose details are lost due to distance, yet the overall structure of it can be perceived in a way now which it could not be seen then, as everything was up close and personal.
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A beautiful photograph, from a gifted photographer and traveler, who shares views, captured as she flows along the current of her life, on her stunning blog.
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Thank you for sharing!

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The bridge at the bottom of this shot is the Bir-Hakeim, a 2-level bridge taking metro trains on the top and cars, cycles and pedestrians below.

The bridge is beautiful from ground level, with its rows of pillars and huge lamps, but from up here (the Eiffel Tower needless to say) you can appreciate its size and overall structure.

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Remember, remember… until you forget

. . Ninnery, ninnery... the sound which old sewing machines make. . By birth I am one of you, by death I'll be one of them. Them, you know, the ones who are sometimes remembered by you after they are gone. A bygone... a memory... perhaps part of a story which you tell to others... Continue Reading →

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