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1.6.10

I hide myself within my flower.

Once in a golden hour
I cast to earth a seed.
Up there came a flower,
...The people said, a weed.
Then it grew so tall
It wore a crown of light...
- Lord Alfred Tennyson

I went for a walk and came across the most beautiful flowers: vibrant, alive and perfect.
The older I get the more I love flowers.
I shall buy a big tome and learn all the names. At the minute I only know about 10. It's disgraceful!
My absolute favorite are daisies, I had them everywhere at my wedding: in my hair, in my hands, on the cars, on the guests, in the restaurant.
Daisies are so simple, unassuming and perfectly pretty.

































28.5.10

A walk in the cemetery at sunset.

We had the most beautiful sunny Saturday last week.
At the end of a day spent roasting in the sun, I went for a walk with my camera and my little girl to the graveyard just behind the house.
I have always loved this place and often come here when I can't hear myself think, if I'm upset or homesick: I just need to look across to France (you can just about see it in one of the photos) to feel much more at peace.

The light was extremely tricky for an inexperienced person like me, it was fading fast and that posed serious problems with exposure, but I guess it's all learning!
Still, here are some of the photos I took.

Next I'll post the photos I took in the same graveyard but in different conditions: bright daylight.
I love the place so much I couldn't stop shooting it!













































26.5.10

From the balcony.

Last week we moved from the back of the house which overlooked the old Church, to the front where there is a big balcony overlooking the garden, the village, the sea and on a clear day even France!
I've been roasting to perfection over the week-end there.
No more tinted moisturizer for me, thank goodness!




























22.5.10

"The Waves" by Virginia Woolf

Branded "unreadable" even by Virginia Woolf herself, not a novel but, again in her own words, "a playpoem", "The Waves" is one challenging book. In my experience this was probably the most daunting and tough book I've ever read after Gabriele D'Annunzio's "Il Fuoco".
Written in pure "stream of consciousness" style, we follow the thoughts of six different characters, all friends, from their childhood through to their middle aged life.
The novel is divided into nine sections, each of which corresponds to a time of day, and, symbolically, to a period in the lives of the characters. Woolf enters their minds and reports their thoughts and perceptions as they occur, with few external clues to provide shape or context.All six characters struggle with who they are, they all long to make sense of the world around them, and they all try and make sense of the concept of death and try to incorporate it into their lives.

I loved the still, beautifully poetic quick images Woolf conjures up. It was a bit like looking at mental photographs with one's own mind eye.
I recommend it only if you like Virginia Woolf. If you've never read anything by her, don't start with this one!

I posted some photos I took on a still, sunny morning in a little village in Sardinia. The beginning of the book reminded me of this particular morning there. So, here they are!