I found this piece in an alleyway just off the bicycle route on Adanac. It was such a large piece and the alley way was tight so I had to take several shots to get the whole picture. A few days after I took the photo, it was painted over. I'm usually not fond of most graffiti but personally, I think this wall looked way better with this then the sloppy mess that was painted over it. At least this piece had some artistic style and thought put into it.
17 February 2012
15 February 2012
I'm hardly that narcissistic. I can barely bring myself to update my facebook page. But once a year, on a day like today, I wake up with a sense of entitlement. I get the feeling I can do what ever I want and I can because it's my day. But after laying in bed for an extra 15 minutes, the reality of the matter is that wasting time is wasting time and the dishes need to be washed and the food needs to be made. I would almost rather spend my birthday cleaning the entire house because that is what makes me happy... A CLEAN ORGANIZED HOUSE. I live with a Tasmanian devil so it's a struggle to keep up with the whirl wind of debris. Some days the mess is so atrocious, I keep the blinds closed for fear of judgement.
Time to get on with it.
at 11:25 am
11 February 2012
09 February 2012
06 February 2012
03 February 2012
Roses have never been a favourite of mine.
My first impression of roses came from the story of Alice in Wonderland where the Queen of hearts hated white roses and had all the roses painted red. The whole visual scene of roses dripping blood red and the Queen shouting "off with her head!" just wasn't very pleasant for me.
Then I think of all the garish rose related Valentine's day ephemera I ever came across in my life...just a little nauseating.
When I lived in Brisbane, I had the opportunity to visit a real rose garden. I thought it was going to be beautiful and luxerious but was shocked to find a bunch of ugly, thorny sticks tied together poking out of the soil. I don't remember the roses at all. Some how the supposedly most elegant flower in the world looked sinister and gloomy at the top of it's brown thorny branches spraying outward like lanky arms.
Not looking good for roses in my books but last summer I found a new perspective. I started noticing these tiny clumps of climbing roses growing over people's fences and up the sides of houses. Beautiful voluminous bushes of delicate green foliage mixed with clusters of petite frilliness. How have I not noticed this before? Delightful. No pretensions, no disappointments, just down to earth little joys of modesty.
at 4:58 pm