These Are a Few of My Favourite Things…

Little house on the Prairie

“As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armour themselves against wonder. ”

― Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968

 To the great embarassment of my family, I tend to take pictures everywhere…I stop people that I find interesting and ask them if I can photograph them. I’m grateful that I’ve never been turned away  – I don’t ever take that lightly! I’m sharing a few pics with you (because pics are a big chunk of “what-I-do!”:P ) There is no perfect beauty – that’s the master stroke of your own mind; what I find beautiful, some might find droll and likewise! After all, I have been known to take pics of ready-to-use fishing kits at a local store; who mercifully took me to be a tourist! My family is very used to hearing me say, “I see Beautiful things!”, it’s kinda lost on them now! 😀

To me, photography isn’t stopping to take a picture of something that you immediately find beautiful… you bring something more to it. You bring the sounds that interest you, the movies, the books that have kept you awake at night. The people you’ve loved- It’s all of you!  You’re probably in that moment, a participant in someone’s mortality as you capture something in their life that will never return again. I know I sound blithe, clichéd…but clichés wouldn’t be clichés if they weren’t so oft repeated and acknowledged 🙂 There are endless summers in our lives as we relive those frozen moments again..and you can never put a price on that! 🙂

If you’ve never heard M. Ward, here is a fabulous song by him and one of my favourites! Why don’t you listen to it as you go through my gallery 🙂


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I’ve been reading Leonard Cohen’s Book of Longing again… his hard-hitting simplicity speaks to me like nothing else! He’s one of those you either love (passionately!) or  loathe (despicably!) A proper polarising brand -like Marmite..Star Wars(?), definitely Dr. Who!! ◄ Here is where I get mobbed and lynched  😀

Well, this is a small excerpt from what I’m reading – it’s a poem from which he made his legendary song.

A Thousand Kisses Deep !

You came to me this morning
And you handled me like meat.
You´d have to be a man to know
How good that feels, how sweet.
My mirror twin, my next of kin,
I´d know you in my sleep.
And who but you would take me in
A thousand kisses deep?

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat.
You see, I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique –
With all he is, and all he was
A thousand kisses deep.
I’m good at love, I’m good at hate
It’s in between I freeze
I’d work it out but it’s too late
It’s been too late for years
But you look good, you really do
They love you on the street
If you were here I’d kneel for you
A thousand kisses deep

The Autumn moved across your skin
Got something in my eye
A light that doesn’t need to live
Doesn’t need to die
A riddle in the book of love
obscure and obsolete
To witness tear and time and blood
A thousand kisses deep

And I’m still working with the wine
Still dancing cheek to cheek
The band is playing Auld Lang Syne
But the heart will not retreat
I ran with Diz I sang with Ray –
I did not have their sweep –
But once or twice, they let me play
A thousand kisses deep

I loved you when you opened
Like a lily to the heat
You see, I´m just another snowman
Standing in the rain and sleet,
Who loved you with his frozen love
His second-hand physique –
With all he is and all he was
A thousand kisses deep

But you don’t need to hear me now
And every word I speak
It counts against me anyhow
A thousand kisses deep!

As I leave you today, I realise that his words speak again and fill the gaps between what I’d like to say: “Friend, when you speak this carefully, I know it’s because you don’t know what to say.” I will never, ever have words to explain Leonard Cohen! 🙂

In my world of  itenerant living, I’ve had to construct a portable life-one that I know I can put into a bag and house where I lay my head down next. Photography, music, poetry – not something you can lose easily. For wherever I am, they will have a place with me. 🙂 xxx




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