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This was Campbell Park in the ACT on 12th November 2010, after a deliciously wet year. I have never seen Canberra's bush reserves look like this before or since.
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Couldn't resist a little autumn-toned bouquet at the market the other day, featuring this beautiful spider mum!
Border texture is one of my own
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Prompt Addicts - Signs of autumn
Postography - Autumn
Macro Mondays - Center
There are moments in New York when the Big Apple weather patterns just take your breath away... East River from Brooklyn looking towards lower Manhattan and the Statue of Liberty on the horizon as the pre-sunset glow competes with a stormy mist cover
and here's the outcome, one of the most delicious souvlaki i ever tasted. They then wrap it with a piece of paper and serve it. For only a few dimes.
Try not to miss if if u ever visit the castle of Krak des chavaliers just some meters after the last crossing, within the village.
The first dinner I had at the ship's Aqua restaurant was this excellent lobster on top of risotto. Sooooo good.
Well, it looks like a cake but it's really the center of a pink lotus flower. It smells nice & the tip of the pistils are cute in these round shapes when they are fresh.
stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end.
Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.
Delicious ambiguity
'We are going. We are going. Come on Juniper, we're going now!' Shishka said, jumping all over me.
I was having such a wonderful dream too. I was with all these other foxes, wolves, coyotes and cats – crossing a wilderness in search of a new home. The foxes sang while the cats played their whiskers like violins. I remembered Labneh on lead guitar, our voices rising higher, as the song carried us up a mountain.
It was a long climb up that mountain, and I was thankful for the song and the packs of flat breads in my bag. We made sandwiches with bitter herbs and Pistachio found a lamb. But he wasn't going to kill and eat the lamb. He just wanted to make friends.
What made the dream special though was not the bitter herb sandwiches or the song or the lamb. It was what happened when we climbed the mountain. I stood on the summit with my sibling companions and saw desert and rugged mountains as far as I could see. All the foxes, cats, coyotes and wolves had gathered at the foot, looking up. I looked up too and gasped.
A voice boomed. So loud it rumbled through the desert. The sky opened and down came a huge stone block. The lamb leaped out from Pistachio's paws, trotted over to the block and told us the ten hieroglyphs were our ten laws.
But even that did not make the dream special. In that same moment, I saw a fox with gleaming fur standing on the mountaintop. He raised his staff and brought it down so hard I felt the rock crack under our paws.
Suddenly the entire landscape changed. Now it looked like one of my favorite places. Gogerddan woods was shining around the hillside. All the trees in blossom, fragrant wildflowers everywhere. A dried riverbed filled with delicious cool water. I knew that river. It had parted to allow us across. Now we were in our sanctuary the staff brought the spring, the forests bloomed and the river was a river again.
'Wadi Musa,' rumbled a voice in the earth. 'Musa of the water.'
Then I was happy dancing with my siblings among bluebells and celandine and wood sorrel and dog violets. Squirrels played in the cherry blossom, while bees made so much honey it poured from their hives in sticky honey-falls.
'Honey sandwiches are so much better than bitter herb sandwiches,' said Labneh.
And that's when I woke to Shishka jumping all over me. We were quickly bundled in the backpack for our next adventure. I heard the engine of the chariot and felt the turns as we moved. I didn't like that bit of the journey. It always made me feel queasy. So I told my sibling companions about my dream. Pistachio, Labneh and Cashew listened intently. Even Shishka, Cumin and Ruby stopped jumping around to hear the story.
'Was honey really flowing from beehives like waterfalls?' Shishka asked.
'Why did we climb the mountain and what was everyone leaving behind?' asked Cumin.
'What was the lamb there for?' asked Ruby.
I didn't have much of an answer. It was just a really strange but fun dream. I liked the end bit best – when we all danced and sang together in wildflowers.
'Well,' said Pistachio with a frown. 'It is Pesach. Otherwise known as Passover. Why do you think our human companion's been eating all those matzo crackers? She only does that once a year.'
'Oh those crackers,' said Labneh, brushing her fur. 'The crumbs get everywhere. I found a bit of matzo in my fur this morning.'
'The matzo for our hasty departure, and the bitter herbs for the bitterness of slavery,' Pistachio said.
Everyone looked at him and blinked as if to say, 'What?'
I knew of course. I'd been with our human companion long enough to know the festivals she celebrated. But I'd never had a dream like that before.
'It's called Passover because the plagues of Egypt passed over the houses of the slaves. The slaves had the lamb,' said Cashew. He paused. 'What?' he said, seeing the expression on Cumin's face. 'I know a bit about the story too.'
'So do I. So do I!' said Shishka. 'There was a man called Moses and he saw shepherds bullying seven sisters. So he went wham-bam-bash with his staff and all the shepherds went flying. That's how he met Zipporah.'
'Was Moses like Wing Chun? Did he confront bullies?' asked Cumin.
'Did Moses know kung fu?' asked Labneh.
Pistachio laughed. 'All important questions. Now, would you like to hear the story?'
'Yes!' Cumin, Shishka and Ruby chimed.
'We're going to play the story,' said Cashew with a whiskery grin.
We all climbed Gogerddan hillside as Pistachio began. It was just like climbing the mountain in my dream.
'Long ago, in the Land of Egypt, a mother placed her baby in a basket and sent him floating down the river . . . '
Chag Pesach kasher v'sameach.
Snuggles from Juniper, Shishka, Pistachio and Cashew.
I've been meaning to photograph some petit fours, and found the opportunity before dessert today. The one on the left is raspberry flavored, and the other is lemon. They're seen in a 45-frame focus stack, blended with Helicon Focus.
When my mom visited, we shared a cinnamon roll at Mother's Bistro. It's a good way to start a morning.
Image made with my Nikon F100.
Actually, catnip is delicious, which is what PJ Harvey was licking in this moment (there are bits of catnip all around here, too)
I am a big fan of the old vintage feeling of cracking open a good book but I did donate a lot of my old books and I am buying most books on Kindle with the exception of graphic novels, which really don't translate well to that format in my experience. Graphic novels are what I read in the bathtub at the end of a long day, ether sipping sake or Japanese whiskey and with lots and lots of bubbles around me. If that sounds decadent, it is because it absolutely is. But, I have chronic muscle cramps, anxiety, and depression and this is my personal therapy.
So, on to the book recommendations by my stack from yesterday's photos separated into two parts. I bought these books primarily at Quimby's in Chicago, a comic book store that I am worried about now that it is closed because of the citywide mandate for quarantine and "shelter in place." Bookstores are not considered an essential business to stay open at this time and, truthfully, I also wouldn't want to risk the lives of the workers, but I do personally view books as essential just as I view the book loving geeks who enjoy reading them.
The Drifting Classroom by Kazuo Umezz is about a school that disappears into some time into the future. The communication between time zones is nearly impossible except for our protagonist hero being able to scream through time and connect with his mother occasionally.
The first Volume is really mainly centered on the way the adults and children handle this crisis and the psychological and physical violence that results as well as typical things like food and water scarcity and then a giant bug monster, which comes about at the end.
The second Volume is more about stopping nightmares that come to life. bizarre mushrooms that start growing on everything, and a plague that separates the children even more. The children are exploring this new desert land and trying to find anything sustainable and they end up finding other surprises.
www.viz.com/drifting-classroom
I've also been reading quite a bit of Junji Ito's graphic novels lately. I'm in the middle of Tomie right now, which I have mixed feelings about. I love the concept of a woman who never dies even when she is brutally murdered by men over and over again. What is difficult for me to read is the fact that she obsesses about men not worth her while and gets very jealous of other girls. Seems like she could be using her time after regenerating all over again a lot better.
The novel by Ito that I liked even better was Uzumaki because I really get into psychological dramas where the enemy is actually a force of nature..in this case spirals that consume everything in this small Japanese town from the wavelengths in the area to people's biological physical spaces (semicircular canals, fingerprints). This one is well worth reading and one I will likely re-read quite a few times.
Also worth a read is No Longer Human which is an adaptation of the same novel by Osamu Dazai. This is at least somewhat based on the author's life and his own psychological distress (Dazai's) and is really frightening in the sense of human choices and the portrayal of a man without a conscience and the way he treats others, especially women.
www.comicsbeat.com/review-no-longer-human-junji-ito/
On more of a fun side is Junji Ito's Cat Diary: Yon & Mu. This is the very slim graphic novel on top and, although it is still a manga that features some bits of horror, it is far more tongue and cheek and shows how Ito adapts to his wife's cats and slowly becomes a tried and true cat lover (it is autobiographical)
junjiitomanga.fandom.com/wiki/Ito_Junji%E2%80%99s_Cat_Diary
Last but certainly not least, if I ever feel that Japanese horror is just too intense for that particular day, there is a really beautiful and transfixing graphic novel here called Cats of the Louvre by Taiyo Matsumoto
This looks a little cutesy at first but it is really deep and introspective about a child and a cat that gets lost in a painting and about the cats that secretly live in Le Louvre and their caretaker. There is a lot of great cat personalities as well as that of a spider. Highly recommended!
www.viz.com/cats-of-the-louvre
So how about you? What are you reading during this pandemic?
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I love makeup, don't we all! you can see tonight's look better on this video than all the following pictures!
Sorry for the parting wave it's gut renchingly cute or cringe worthy whichever way you look at it!