This image, photographed today at 12 noon approx (on Friday 7th September 2018) pushed some powerful thoughts to the forefront of my brain. Number One: What is that beautiful thing lying against a communal rubbish bin in Marchmont, one of Edinburgh's more prestige areas? It's a piano, carved (possibly by hand by a master Turner, … Continue reading Beauty and the Beast on the cobbles
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I've always been 'weird'; that's what my parents and siblings called me growing up. My father told my mother I would 'calm down', that the love of good man would quieten me and calm me and make me OK (meaning more feminine), but none of that has happened. If anything I have gotten more rebellious … Continue reading Rebel Yell, a word to my younger self
I've never understood consumerism, the buying and adoration of 'stuff'. I feel nothing for possessions, except a few favourite bits and pieces - books, prints etc, but I never want to buy much at all. The above mosaic of photos sums me up. There's a notebook I bought for myself to write in, wrapped … Continue reading Red Black Slow