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26.3.10

"Life and Times of Michael K" by J.M. Coetzee.

This wonderful book deals with the story of a simple soul. Judged and bullied by society Michael K, has instead very good, set ideas about how to live: taking each day as it comes, living off the land, and refusing all forms of violence and abuse. Such a sad, tragic story about how human beings can be cruel, cynical and unreasonable with each other, while others just want to eat "the bread of freedom". The prose is totally lucid, never prolix or emotional. Haunting and beautiful.
As reading this book reminded me of the passage in the Bible about "keeping a simple eye" and focusing on the most important things in life I include a photo my husband took. I think it's nice.

18.3.10

Jammin'

When you put a guitarist and a bass player in the same room late at night, you just know you're going to be there until the small hours!
"If music be the food of love, play on! Give me excess of it!"













Canterbury Tales.

A few weeks ago we had a lovely meal in this XV Century pub in Canterbury. The food was nice but the atmosphere was even better. There's nothing like getting a few friends around a table to raise one's spirits.












19.1.10

Trivial Pursuit.

There is nothing like a week-end with some good friends to keep one sane through the stress of moving.
The people in the photographs are some of my favorite people in the world.
In the words of William Wordsworth this was "one of those heavenly days that cannot die".











18.1.10

Organizing the exodus.

We've lived in England for nine years and we are finally moving to Italy, the place I'm from.
Organizing a move of this kind requires a lot of texting, emailing, phoning, writing, selling, buying, bartering and stressing. My husband is the one bearing the brunt of it all.
I mostly sneak around taking photos and reading books!




16.1.10

Evening.

"But, there are hours of lonely musing,
Such as in evening silence come,
when, soft as birds their pinions closing,
The heart's best feelings gather home."

From Charlotte Bronte's Evening Solace.

I must add that all these photographs are merely exercises. I played around with different shutter speeds to see what happened.
Any advice is more than welcome!