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another card made using the "lauderdale" set and stampin up! papers. my card is a CASE of joy's gorgeous card: www.flickr.com/photos/tulip1312/5804562608/in/pool-heroarts
i used three flowers instead of two and moved the sentiment down.
I'm working on a card for this week's 'Thinking Inking' class over at 2peas and my crew wanted to play too. Here's a pic of my little 'Thinking Inkers' in action. :)
....."Nee illengil nee varilengil,
endinen karalil sneham..
verudae endinen nenjil moham...
manamai nee en manasililadae
endinee poovin chandam
verudae endinee ravin chandam..."
It seemed quite well-run. I remember the maintenance aunty (one of those fierce Cantonese women) who cooked (cornstarch?) glue for our art & craft projects :)
They taught me (i) "Stand up for Singapore" in 1984 (ii) to make an apple dessert by grating an apple, adding sugar and chilling (iii) to post a letter via a visit to the post office (iv) to take a bus and shop at NTUC (we were given $1 by our parents for this outing).
We also visited Hill St Fire Station and were given a colouring book by the firemen.
Was just thinking of the Mooty the Mouse books I enjoyed when I was in kindergarten-one of the first books I borrowed from the library :)) There was a series of about 10 books and I especially remember "Mooty and the Satay Man"!! Books were wide-format with short spines, light green in colour, nice illustrations. The author (Jessie Wee) came to my primary school for a talk when I was about 9, but of course, not so crazy about those books at that age anymore.
Today is Girlscouts Thinking Day where the girls get a chance to celebrate international friendships and it is also a reminder that Girl Scouts of the USA is part of a global community.
So each troup picks a different country to represent to teach the other girls about their traditions, food, landscape etc. We chose Tahiti. The girls are doing a really cute dance. Afterward, all the girls swap something representative of their country, so I bought nine dozen of these for them to share with the other troops.
And we are making a double recipe of these that we will share with everyone. The house smells good.
Will definitely be a cute day watching all the troops perform.
In Between, Retrospective
Washington Heights
Manhattan, NYC
November 2022
Nikon 105 mm f/2.8
This late autumn cool in Cape Town has me thinking about its analogous northern hemisphere month, and the procession of fall into New York City that the first weeks of November herald, back that side. With the heat-island effect of the urban landscape, NYC’s trees are ‘last call’ for peak fall foliage in the state– and it really is something to behold. Even local parks, and street trees burn up in respective red, gold, orange . Meanwhile, waning light casts golden shadows, darts around the bricks of Northern Manhattan– sparkling to and fro like some kind of ritualistic dance as the place descends toward winter solstice.
I’ve seen some beautiful imported trees’ colors here…but as spectacular as the fynbos is (more plant species on Table Mountain than the entire British Isles), it doesn’t match the grandeur of the northern climes’ October and November days.
For all that this past northern fall was (exhilaration teaching genetics for the first time, photographic validation having my first shows come to fruition, a swan song in New York), I wasn’t able to get out for proper autumn shooting and enjoyment. So, in my favorite season, I sprang from school prep to a steady stream of move-out logistics setting up this next phase in southern Africa. And when moments presented themselves, I shot, like hell, but edited very few.
This set hearkens back to just such an interstitial moment: unknowing at the time I was coming down with covid for the third or fourth time, taking a break from writing student mid-semester comments, I walked over to the park which became a pandemic saving grace: J. Hood Wright. Even still, when I watch In the Heights, the movie, I’m weeping when they get to the scene featuring this lookout, and the GWB, presiding over so many histories– and now, in a very modest way, also my own.
I’m thinking through the area as a time lapse sequence: indigenous fishing and oyster collecting in the Muhheakunnuk (Hudson river in Lenape aka translated ‘the river that flows both ways– a more fitting name for the estuarine feature), grand estates prior to the expansion of “Manhattan” northward, the emergent hub of German Jewry: Frankfurt-on-the-Hudson, Italians and Irish giving way to Puerto Ricans, and Dominicans in Quisqueya Heights. And back to the personal scale: relationship arcs, teaching breaks, so many sunsets, meeting to-be friends just shooting the shit, pandemic agony, photo walks with my first real community in the city.
Having shot these quickly, I didn’t realize I would find this set so meaningful, so representative of this whirlwind time: in between things (maybe we’re always in between). I only edited these today. Miss you all, half-a-world away in the Cape of Good Hope.
how do you appeal to other people on purpose
it is very carefully planned i know
alcoholic beverages have chosen not to help us!
roll up your drugs in the ground
nineteen year old sleepover
change it if you can, protect it if you can
in retrospect, that's what it is, what it means, to get older
at least in a neon art exhibit full of broken televisions and graph paper
straight out of tenth grade geometry, pink and blue highlighters blocking out designs
your hands are black from ink, also
from writing or sending something, i won't know which one
i think about your dental records often
electric heat drying your skin
when can we go outside
when can we go outside
when can we go outside
you're on the phone to me last night lighting something to smoke
something was very bright and distracting you
i thought that was good
you said my hands hurt it's so cold walking home
so i'll just make my lungs hurt
well i'll just make my throat hurt
i'll just make my brain hurt
your stomach controls your emotions when you really love someone
and this may or may not be connected to how close they place themselves in proximity to you
chemical imbalances
the idea of being next to the person i have been thinking about for a long time
scares me infinitely
and nothing seems more comforting, actually
everything i have been doing feels like an accident
i called you late at night on accident
i ate two pears and three tangerines on accident
i did not finish the song i was writing because i did not believe in it on accident
i forgot to take pictures on accident
i just didn't want to, sometimes i don't want to anymore
you said you were going to watch a documentary on elephants one time
i watched a documentary on the cold war with my grandfather and then i watched an educational television show on how to build a casket with my grandfather
and i thought that was an accurate representation of humanity, bed sheets, photography, ethical reasoning, and bread
watching a documentary on how caskets are made
molding steel handles shaped like the last supper on all four sides
a crucifix inside, on the science channel
listen to seventeen records in one day
i want someone to write me an angry letter about how stupid i am
so that i will actually get up and do something with these two weeks in front of me
i want someone to tell me that i am lazy and predictable and that i never do anything remotely interesting so that i will say, "ok" and then i will go do something that i will think is interesting that i will not tell anyone about
instead of actually letting all of those things be true
god damn it!
you made fun of my autographed lp of sung tongs
and then i made fun of it too and that felt good
i told you that circuit city closed
you told me that tgi fridays closed
i told you that office max closed
you told me this was the stage of wal-mart takeover that was predicted ten years ago when all all the small stores owned by people you could see were already closed and now other corporations are closing and pretty soon it will just be wal mart everywhere
i know you are right but it is weird for a conspiracy theory to be sort of right
i said i don't think it will be the only store but then i said that i think it will be the only store in some places
and you said that then people would be forced to go there and then it will be the only place eventually after we are dead maybe
and i said ha ha after we are dead ha ha
but as if smaller scales of capitalism are any more considerate of people
participate and pass out. pass out. pass out.
my mom will not understand this shit, ever, me either, i guess
and you told me that you wished you were a hairdresser
i said go for it
i said i wished i could be a photographer
you said, i would tell you to go for it but i think that when you said go for it that it was a cop out and i should tell both of us to be realistic
and i said yeah i know and then i said i was sorry
and then after a while the space heater was adequate
i thought i saw your face on the side of a building but it wasn't you it was just someone who sort of looked like you, but not that much
"Thinking Of You" -- An artwork by David Paul Mesler. Pianist, Vocalist, Composer, Songwriter. Seattle, Washington USA. 2012.
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"Will I ever be able to ride like the big boys do?
A candid shot of a young boy that looks to be in deep thought.
"..my cheeks R so wet and i didn't even know it...until my eyes starting to sting....telling me, " why R U still here"?" -