the prettiest girl i ever saw

was sippin cider from a straw.

this is a picture of my boyfriend

Yes he is very nice, thank you.

and then there's fluff

Kittens are fantastic. You should find one and touch it!

You might enjoy this kitten's other modelling work here.

please be seated

Clever verandah designers make perfect pictures for late-night psychedelic adventuresses. I'd venture a guess of William St near Victoria St, North Melbourne. But who can say?

vernality approaches

Springtime is just around the corner. Longer stretches of palpable change in the weight and length of the day. The damp ground seeps through your jeans but is kept at bay by blanket barriers. Bikes wait patiently for the moment when the sun has sunk away and it's time to move to where we can warm our hands over tea lights.

with arms outstretched

The sun comes out at brief intervals and everyone rushes out to soak up the vitamins. This guy hung out like this for 15 minutes, drastically increasing his intake surface area. Lucky duck.

sawdusty

Refinishing wood is a remarkably satisfying task. The neighbours think you are a good girl for crafting so hard. They tell you so as they pass by. Sawdust in the creases of your skin and music in your ears. Upgrading workspace makes all the work feel better.

all that's fit to grow

In the dead of winter, still they grow, up and up. I want a good macro of the stamen of that orchid but my camera doesn't do things like that. Scary obsessions with orchids are so very justified - they are instantaneous existential questions.


Reaching for the lifelocus. Basic horticultural demonstrations in cotton wool.

tea and crumbs

Crumbs of a super chocolate chunk cookie at Each Peach, which makes excessive use of pastels, souveneir teaspoons, and thematic tea towels. When you can do anything all day, you make very good choices.

and bone

Everything disintegrates back into the Single Mass. That makes things easy.

chili chocolate puddings

There is always dessert.

bikes in love

urban textures

A concrete jetty out to the sea of sky.

oh noez

When these pages are neglected, so too is the observance of abundance. In this way the thing I have made has made of itself a way of gauging my awareness of the subject. It is winter now, and so it is a challenge to see things as abundantly when the days are shorter and all is subdued. And so I reach into abundance archives and pull out a date.

mitre 10, queens parade

This lamb has strayed from the flock and attempted replacement has been undertaken by the staff of the hardware shop.

If you thought looking at it straight-on felt nice, try getting closer so that you can look her or him in the face.



Oh, dear.

pumpkin carraige

I've got some pumpkin abundance. They're in season and I keep getting more before I use the ones I have. This blue pumpkin came from a stand on the roadside outside of Bright, VIC. A quarter of it went into a 'pumpkin masala' which taught me some things about making Indian food. Or just showed me how few of them I know now. It's mushy but fresh and spicy.

The seeds are in the process of becoming pepitas, roasted cajun-style I think. Retrieving these seeds from the flesh of the pumpkin was a sensuous activity. When I know where something came from I want to consume all parts of it, to experience it completely, to dig right through it and all its textures and components. This was one such occasion. The seeds are big and fat and healthy and they pop out of the flesh with little encouragement. Very satisfying, a feeling of harvesting the fertility from this big body. I got to dig the last few rows, which are sort of rib-like in their arrangement, out of the flesh with my fingertips.



photos by the man with whom I shared the experience. iphone loves to blog.

ghost kitten

She forgot to hide her tail, otherwise I would have believed her.

nice biscuit

lifted from the no of all nothing

When I was in literature school they taught us that this man was a very good one for thinking about syntax, which is a delicious thing to think about. When I was in music school we sang his poem. This is what it was.

i thank You God for most this amazing
day:for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky;and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(i who have died am alive again today,
and this is the sun's birthday;this is the birth
day of life and love and wings:and of the gay
great happening illimitably earth)

how should tasting touching hearing seeing
breathing any--lifted from the no
of all nothing--human merely being
doubt unimaginable You?

(now the ears of my ears awake and
now the eyes of my eyes are opened)

the bit that spills over for me:'and for everything / which is natural which is infinite which is yes'

yes.

stoutly

Bicycle mechanics with beards and grimy fingers are for lovers.