'I'm always looking for the Hows and the Whys and the Whats,' said Muskrat, 'That is why I speak as I do. You've heard of Muskrat's Much-in-Little, of course?'
'No,' said the child. 'What is it?'
- The Mouse and his Child. Russell Hoban.

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Saturday, 23 January 2016

Art Prep Exercise

 My assignment:

Copy the sentences below into your journal and fill in the blanks. Feel free to illustrate your musings if you like.

 

Once, I lived in a tree house because __________________________.

 

I furnished it with________________________________________.

 

My tree house had a style you might call ________________________.

 

My tree house looked like ____________________________________.

 

People would say this about me:_______________________________.

Once, I lived in a tree house because my house was dark and gloomy and I so I left it for the entire summer to be surrounded by the sound of growing, the smell of green, and the twinkling colour of birdsong every morning.
 
I furnished it with only natural materials that would harmonise with my new summer home, and that could provide nesting materials for the birds, food for insects, or would simply disappear back into the environment when I had to leave when winter came
 
My tree house had a style you might call 'econouveau', and I was so popular with the birds and animals they became tame and would eat peanut butter off my toes when I rested them on the windowsills. 
 
My tree house looked like a tree. It was almost invisible in amongst the branches unless you looked really hard, or visited at night and spotted the faint gleam of my hurricane lamp.
 
People would say this about me: 'She's taken this environmentally-friendly lifestyle too far!' But secretly they were intrigued and unknown to each other visited my in my treehouse clandestinely and stayed to eat mandarins, cashew nuts cake and ginger beer, and play scrabble and then were easily persuaded to sleep the night, watching the stars wheel beyond the leaves, the moon rise and set, and always leaving refreshed as they descended the ladder in the morning. 




Wednesday, 6 January 2016

The Wedding 1

The wedding of my oldest offspring Thomas to the lovely Havinder (Havi) Kaur.
Here is the first part of the ceremony.


One of the Aunties marks out a grid of cornflour and turmeric.  She holds a tray which also has containers of coconut cream, ground chickpeas, and coconut oil.
 Underneath an embroidered canopy (phulkari) held up by the men of the family, the ladies of Havi's family rub these three things onto Havi's face, hands and hair…



 And (above) the ladies of Thomas's family do the same for him.


Then the mother of the bride and the mother of the groom, carrying the bundled up canopy on their heads, each step three times over the little stool that their child sat upon for this ceremony.


Havi, (back from her shower) and her Mother


My new daughter-to-be and me.

Sunday, 3 January 2016

How to be Moderately Successful.

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/jan/01/how-to-be-moderately-successful-person-like-me

* it is actually ok to make people use coasters#


#because I said so, and because I do. 


So, what do you think the above photo is? 

Saturday, 2 January 2016

Just About to Cop It

Here's the rain coming. It's nice and warm, however. Too late now to wish I'd cleaned out the gutters yesterday.

Tauranga is at the point of the smaller arrow. The wind direction is the bigger arrows. This was the situation 12 minutes before writing these words. 


Friday, 1 January 2016

My Genuine, Mass-Produced Good Wishes for 2016

This image shows my local seaside town last night : hot-spot for thousands who visit and also climb and sit around on the summit of the extinct volcano (Mauao - Mount Maunganui) all night and wait for the first day of a new year.  This would have been their view. Look at the hoards of people.

The other popular place is Whangamata where a tame New Year's Eve meant only 22 were arrested.

I was even more tamer-ly tucked up in bed having a lovely sleep.  Mmmm-mm!


Eye Candy Day 59


"I don't really relate to nature. I relate more to poetic questions about knowing something.  Recognizing something."

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

Eye Candy Day 58


Her parents agreed to call her ******** because his father loved the Edgar Allan Poe short story by the same name while her mother, being fond of astronomy, had in mind the Coma ********  constellation.