This should have been the villain in the puppet show.
Looking at him now, he looks just plain scared, not scary. If I were a puppet, I guess, that would be me at the moment.
I am soooo looking forward to my breakfast on Friday, when it is all over…
I am getting increasingly nervous about Thursday and the book launch. The printed books should have arrived today, I’ve just heard, the bookbinder hasn’t finished them yet. They are now promised for Wednesday. This is a bit of stress I don’t really need. I am trying to work through all the other items on the list in the meantime. And put some calming images up on the blog for now…
I just noticed, its Friday the 13th today. It is now half past eight and I am still at work, waiting for a response from a client to finish an urgent job. Outside it is dark… moving towards winter here.
A couple of weeks back I witnessed this amazing evening sky. Unfortunately, by the time I had grabbed my camera, ran across the road into the park, it was only a shadow of its former glory.
Behind the trees is the sea and eternity.
Still waiting.
This is an image from my Memory Pictures Series: When I bought my macro lens, I started to photograph some rather tatty looking mementos I kept for donkey’s years in a box in the spare room. The idea was to finally part with the real objects. I guess this work has helped to move on a few skeletons, though the items are still in the box.
This particular one was an oil lamp, hand-crafted by a very very dear, but of course, long lost friend. I don’t have the urge to rub the lamp, I know the Genie has gone forever. In all the images one can see the settled dust.
This one is the Nosy Neighbour. He pretends to be not interested. But be careful, he might look shy, but he eavesdrop (therefore the big ears). And he is envious too, so envious in fact, he turned green.
Any words and I would be waffling…
The book launch is exactly one week away now.
Last night I worked on even more new puppets. I really shouldn’t… there is still so much other stuff to do… I haven’t even build the puppet theatre yet! It’s only in my mind. I wonder if I will start freaking out at one stage (that might not be a pretty sight for the people around me!). I haven’t asked for RSVP on the invitation, so I have no idea how many people will come. I have heard from a few people who won’t be able to make it, though.
I love the loneliness and calmness these images exude. The walkers appear to be lost in their own thoughts.
Last night a friend told me a story about a “family friend”. I can’t remember the actual story, but I suddenly wondered what constitutes a family friend.
I always understood it as someone who knows Mum, Dad, the kids and maybe Granny as well, basically some one who is accepted into the the closer family circle. However last night it occured to me that a family friend might be someone nobody takes responsibility for – and while he is always around, nobody can recall how he actually became a friend. So, it is not really a friend of mum’s or a mate of dad’s, or Ganny’s for that matter. Of course kids call anyone their friend…
With this new interpretation, I will call Socialite a family friend.
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