Thursday, 21 November 2013


Day at the Museum


Dear Kim...

On the last day of Valdo's recent visit, we went to the Natural History Museum for my annual trip to The Wildlife Photographer of the Year Exhibition...



 This was the overall winning image this year: Essence of Elephants. 




The photographer wanted to 'create an image that captures (elephants) special energy and the state of consciousness that I sense when I'm with them... to depict these gentle giants in an almost ghostly way'.  Which I think he has absolutely achieved. But however striking an image it is, it's a little too stylized for my taste. Below are a selection of mine and Valdo's favourite photos...

The winner of the Animals in their Environment category: The Water Bear. 



When I first stood before this photo, it took me a little while to notice the bear - almost made me jump when it finally materialised out of the depths; rather ghost-like and other-worldly...

 And from the same category, the comical: Sharing a Shower.



The lions look totally peeved - you could add speech bubbles to this one, dotted with the odd four letter word. Gazing at it gave me those feelings that would overcome me when we'd watch Frozen Planet together - when I'd fantasise about meddling with all that animal behaviour - popping hats & scarfs on the suffering nesting penguins, or letting them take shelter in my expedition tent, or being lowered on a rope from a helicopter and winching up the seal-pup from the clutches of those brutes; the killer whale posse. In the photo above I'm itching to pop a sou'wester on each of their heads, or one of those umbrellas hats...

One of Valdo's favourites: Sockeye Catch.



A brown bear pouncing on a female salmon 'swollen with roe, the force sending a string of crimson eggs spinning out of her body'.  Salmon sashimi and cavier - what a feast!  The movement captured in this photo is incredible; the ferocious shaking of the bears head, the death throes and thrashing tail of the salmon, the swoosh of water and the ejaculation of salmon eggs - incredible!  And although the salmon's life is almost at an end, there is hope in that jet of eggs...

On a similar note, I loved the following: Pearls of Spring



The threaded black pearls of the toad spawn looks almost decadent; an underwater amphibian burlesque act. The photographer wrote that whilst photographing the pond boiling with mating toads, he 'rejoiced in the spring sunlight and the sounds of frogs, toads and running water - all somehow reassuring after the long winter'.

The ethereal loveliness of Simplicity was my favourite in the Botanical Realms Category...



  The photographer wished to create 'bokeh' - a Japanese word for the aesthetic quality of the out-of-focus points of light. And I reckon Gabriel unwittingly created bokeh when photographing his dad on our recent trip to Tower Hamlets Cemetery!



A joint favourite of ours: Twin Hope


They are only the fifth set of twins ever to be reported in Rwanda's Volcanoes National Park. The 6 month old twins wrapped in their mother's strong protective embrace made me feel all gooey inside.

And my personal overall favourite: True Love



Northern gannets show impressive devotion to each other, pairing for life and returning to the same nest site each year to breed.  The photographer wrote, 'Many times I have seen a male offer a female a gift such as a feather or a blade of grass. But on this occasion I was amazed to see the male give his partner a necklace of red campion!'  His aim was to 'create a composition that would reflect the devotion & tenderness between the pair'.  Awwwh, their chests pressed tightly together, the heart-shape created by their bowed heads - and the fact that he's brought her jewelry and flowers all-in-one, (genius!) brought a wee tear to my eye...

And I think your recent photo of those adorable canines in your current home is worthy of inclusion. :) I especially love the upright ear flattened against the chair arm... It's a winner, Kim!








Wednesday, 20 November 2013



Mellow Mists & Fruitfulness

Dear Kim...

Autumn has very much arrived here in Blighty.  A couple of Sabbaths back, (Actually, it's now 7 Sabbaths ago - eek! Forgot to publish post - I'm so rubbish!)  Natasha & I - and the kiddie-winkles, went-a-wandering through Osterley Park; close to Heathrow, but far enough along the Piccadilly line to feel you've left the city-proper for a time...



We were blessed weather-wise; a soft & sunny autumnal day - warm enough for the kids to fling off their jackets.  Is Osterley somewhere you've visited on one of your cycling-trips?  It's one of few remaining working country estates in London; vast stretches of open space, lakes and fields, where cattle and horses chew the cud.  But even with all this to explore for free, I'm also always happy to pay the entry fee to Osterley House Garden - managed by the National Trust - 't'is blooming lovely in there... 
During our autumn meander through the garden, along the Woodland Walk, we spotted this fabulous specimen...



That quintessential toadstool, Amanita Muscaria; the fairy seat of choice, home to Smurfs, or as Gabs pointed out, bonus points in Super Mario Bros...



It should be spottier, but apparently the spots/spores can wash away after a heavy downpour.
  I also really love the growths attached to this papery autumnal leaf; very pretty...




The pumpkins growing in the vegetable garden were straight out of Cinderella...





                    "Oh, I've only got 10 hours 'til I turn back into a pumpkin..." muses Gabs.

I didn't know there was such a thing as an autumnal crocus - always deemed crocuses a spring bloom.  But the autumn variety were out in force throughout the garden...




                                                                        Two Flowers...

The kids then decided to create their own modelling agency, called Modest Models. (Is there such a thing?)  They commenced to strike a pose amongst the flower-beds - Gabs doing his best Derek Zoolander gaze...



                                                                           "Work it..."



                                                                             "Own it..."



                                                           "Give me Versace Ninjas..."



                                                                 "Yeah, baby, yeah!"


The garden was as lovely in early autumn as it was when Valdo, Gabs & I paid a visit in the summer...




"Are u listening carefully", said the Sunflower to his audience of little flowers, "For I am going to tell you a story..."





I couldn't get enough of all the buzzy bees back in August.  I was surprised that my phone could take such clear images!
Iola below, smelling what was left of the summer blooms...





Inspired by our day out, I later taught Gabs one of my childhood favourite songs - one that we'd sing on the bus back from school...

            What do you do if you really need a poo, in an English country ga-ar-den.
            Pull down your pants and suffocate the ants, in an English country ga-ar-den.
            Push out a log and blame it on the dog, in an English country ga-ar-den.
            Pick up a leaf and wipe your underneath, in an English country ga-ar-den.
            Pick up a spade and bury what you made, in an English country ga-ar-den.

Heheh. Was this song part of your own youthful repertoire, Kim...?



Lovely-lovely Autumn; 'Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun' 'Last oozing hours by hours... (The) soft dying day'...
It now gets dark at about 4.30pm - the day dies early... :(

Tuesday, 1 October 2013

Arty - Farty


Dear Kim...

Just a quick postie!
Gabs & I went to Iola's (the wee lass who came with us to Whitstable) birthday outing two Sundays ago... 
The day kicked off at Ripley's Believe It or Not! museum in Piccadilly Circus. Amongst all the oddities & the grotesqueness'es on display: the two-headed cow, the shrunken 'eads; Wolf Girl, and The Unicorn Man of China - there was plenty that made me think of you & that you might appreciate as an artist - especially as an artist that's passionate about using discarded materials & objects and reworking them as art...


                                      President Kennedy made from the wings of flutterbys



                                 President Obama emerging through his inauguration speech...

  
                                  And his lovely wife, Michelle, all shiny in bottle-tops.



                                             The Beatles sculpted out of chewing gum!



The King of Candy Pop made out of sweeties - that liquorice hair looks soooo glossy!



Whitney Houston immortalised from the innards of cassette tapes - now I jolly well hope those cassettes are The Bodyguard - The Soundtrack and Whitney - The Greatest Hits...
 I think you should do a self-portrait with cassette innards, Kim - your hair's almost as curly as Whitney's.



                 Or how about a bouffant fashioned out of discarded car number plates... 


                            I've named this one The Patron Saint of Postage Stamps...


                                                                       1st Class!


                                                A duck born from salvaged beach finds.


                        And my personal favourite... A masterpiece scraped out of toast!
                                        (Just needs a top-coat of Tiptree marmalade)



                                                   Oh, and here's a painting pony...


                                Pony painted this  - it's a jockey. It's called The Finish Line...
                              Do we 'Believe It or Not!'? N-e-i-g-h!! We do not believe it!


Once we'd undertaken all five floors of 'Believe It or Not', we headed to Planet Hollywood for birthday burgers. I giggled at the video below - shown on huge screens throughout the eatery - and again thought of you, as it reminded me of our conversation about western societies obsession with hair removal, and the time & expenditure wasted in the removal of it.  I interpreted the video as a celebration of fuzz, and it fitted in well with the weird & wonderful sights we'd seen at the museum! Heheh. x x 



Friday, 27 September 2013


JAZZ HANDS!

Dear Kim...

I thought I'd write you a review of mine and Joanna's recent night out at Prohibition at the Bloomsbury Ballroom... 

                                          

                                                          I'm at the back somewhere...

Yes, the very same Prohibition that we were prohibited from fully sampling a few winters back; when I left home believing my steadily increasing achy limbs were the result of the Cindy C. Workout I'd lunged & star-jumped through the day before - only to find on arrival at the Bloomsbury Ballroom cloakroom that the aforesaid aches had surged upwards to my 'ead; and by the time we'd got to the bar, I had an overwhelming urge to puke into the bartender's cocktail shaker. So back we toddled to the B.B cloakroom to retrieve our cloaks coats, and caught a carriage taxi back to mine. (Did we even see the ballroom..?)
Awwwh, such a shame! And you were such a fab friend that night! 

So I went there with the best-est of intentions of taking plenty of glamorous photos for you - so you could see what you'd previously missed out on; the beaded dresses - a - twinkling, and the ropes of pearls-a-twirling; of Joanna & I languorously sipping cocktails from teacups...
So I'm truly-very sorry, Kimmy, because all I managed to capture throughout the entire night, was this photo of my foot n' shoe... taken whilst sat on the bog...






For some reason, I found the pair of discarded tights profoundly intriguing in my gin-induced state.(??) And also the feathers bereft of its boa - infact the amount of feathers wafting about the venue made me titter - they stuck to the heels of your shoes; it was as if a gigantic Jazz Cat had been let loose amongst the pigeons.

So what do you think of my new dancing shoes?!  My poor old faithfuls - the gold lace-ups, (which you've donned on the dancefloor yourself one or twice!) just had to be hung-up for good; they'd become so very scratch'ed & scuff'ed... sniffle... 
But my new ones - although slightly higher and thinner in the heel, are tremendously comfy and danceable - yippie!

But back to my review... Now, I don't know if it's down to the fact that I've now attended quite a-lot of vintage events, and I'm starting to feel slightly jaded, but I couldn't help feeling that Prohibition was nowt more than a room full of people playing at dressing-up.  And yes, I know that's exactly what it always boils down to at vintage nights - we're all just dressing up! But it lacked the atmosphere of Blitz Party - where we felt transported back to the 40's; and it didn't have the authenticity of The Rivoli, where folk are truly passionate about the era, the dancing and the music.  And that was partly where the fault lay for me - the music.  I don't like to be pernickity; the band were fab - gave it their all, but they didn't play music solely from the 20's and 30's. And then when the DJ started laying down the tracks in the later hours - there was lashings of Doo-whop and 50's rock 'n roll - which I love! But not what you're expecting when surrounded by flappers.  Not that it stopped us from having a right ol' boogie, heheh - no way! We danced so much my big toe-nail fell off - ha ha!  It was a very bruised toe-nail that was attached only at the edges - a lovely new nail was already half-grown underneath. I've decided to keep the old bruised nail as a holy relic; of St Lynsey, the patron saint of shimmying...

Must say - the cocktails were top-notch!




                                                            Lynsey left not a drop of Leffe


And the best part of the night...? The 3am visit to a Macdonalds Drive-Thru - cheeseburger meal pleeeease! 

Apologies once again, Kimmy - was meant to be a post brimming with glamour, and all I've provided is toilets & toe-nails.

To make it up to you, here's a wee Charleston lesson to make you smile - I love the humour - these chaps have got very happy feet! (I especially love the Scarecrow Charleston) xx




Thursday, 27 June 2013

The Cure & Smiths Special...

                                                          I would go out tonight - 
                                           But I haven't got a stitch to wea-a-a-r...!

Dear Kim....

The above wasn't true! Recently, Fleur, Natasha & I did indeed go out, and we were wearing clothes & everything...

We went for a boogie at The Attic - the wee bar/club venue at the very top of Hackney Picturehouse. It was a Cure & Smiths night - back-to-back hits of both groups played into the small hours, which was sheer heaven; we were Caterpillar Girls, we were Love Cats. We moved like Cagey Tigers on the dance-floor. It was an unhesitating Friday night, and we were in love...!



                                          Wonderfully-wonderfully-wonderfully pretty
                                                                  (And sweaty)


                                                                     Pictures of Us


Fleur and Natasha were so overwhelmed by all the Morrissey & Robert Smith serenading that they toppled off their velvet poufs... (Note to Hackney Attic; poufs are probably not the most ideal seating for folk who've had a drink or two... or three. )




On leaving the premises after four non-stop hours on the dance-floor, (the grand finale song being Paul Simon's Call Me Al, where all - including the bar staff -  threw their best  worst Ladysmith Black Mambazo dance moves. ) Fleur donned a pair of 3D glasses left outside one of the cinema screens, and she and Tasha did their worst  best Bono and Patsy Kensit impersonations...



                                         Bono & Patsy; backstage Zooropa Tour 1994



                                              "I've never met this woman before in my
                                                                  life", insists Bono...



"We are humans and we need to be loved"
says Bono & Patsy



Kababs at dawn...



                                       Go-on, take a big bite, it's such a gorgeous sight,
                                            to see you eat, in the middle of the night!

We then slipped through the streets while everybody sleeps, and went back to mine...



                                                           I've waited hours for this,
                                                           I've made my self so sick...

                                             (Fleur performing an exorcism on Tasha..?)

 You get points for naming all The Cure/Smiths songs I quoted from...!