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The sounds of the outside wash over me. Really listen acutely to cascading passings; a bucket being a hosed and the water swirling inside the vessel and splattering out, the tweets of various mynahs telling each other things, the start … Continue reading
I am getting joy from the sound of wind through tree leaves. I’m noticing the difference between different trees, and the variety of sounds that emanate. There are some trees in a park near by that clatter when the breeze … Continue reading
This fellow was ringing a bell at Shibuya Station the other day. I watched him greedily, but he would not acknowledge me.Maybe I was too greedy.
I was in Melbourne, I stumbled on a convenience store where they were selling these Ikebana inspired flower arrangements and ephemera. I was delighted as they reminded me of my own work.
As you may have gathered I am a sensory junkie. I love to be totally absorbed in sensation, good and the upside of bad. I am forced to appreciate the contrasts between pain and pleasure, revelling in the relief of … Continue reading
My ears were pricked for sound, maybe as I wasn’t listening to my I-pod, I got to hear all sorts of beautiful communications…in the park a gaggle of mothers groups calling out the availability of their cakes and biscuits, outside … Continue reading
Found this and was delighted by what appeared to be a child’s scrawling wish. Until I got home and turned it over.
In a park around the corner I found some olive trees in season, and across the road from me there’s a tomato vine that has been left unattended.
Loved the arrangements along the Prince of Wales Drive Sydney Park after the rain, green algae and tennis balls afloat Painted my nails Gordons Bay sandstone circles Photographing the wondrous Takara Watched autumn come Read Proust