Today was what is traditionally described in Ireland as ‘a soft day.’ That’s a nice term for a misty, drizzly, warmish kind of a day when you think you’ll never see a blue sky again.
When I peeped out the front door in semi-despair this morning, the haunting look of our Monkey Puzzle tree carried me away from thoughts of blue and the blues:
Softness was playing in the prickly branches and the greens were greener than green.
All thoughts of staying in and waiting for the ‘day to rise’ left me and Stan and I headed to a deserted Garrarus Beach where the tide was fully out. It certainly wasn’t the stuff of picture postcards looking out to sea but the shoreline carried all sorts of soft promises:
This was a day to focus on the gifts that the high tide had left:
Strong colours and soft textures entwined like lovers. Nature playing with us; us playing with nature:
And all the while, the damp daisies on the cliff face gleamed:
As we were leaving the beach an elderly man who was well-wrapped up in fisherman’s gear gave us a wave and shouted over:
I guess every household has its own particular sayings and ‘That’s the pink limit!’ was one of ours.
It’s used in the same sort of way that many Irish people use: ‘That beats Banagher and Banagher beats the divil.’ I’m not sure how much help that is to non-Irish people ~ but basically these expressions are exclamations about relatively minor matters.
The pink limit comes to my lips everytime I don a pair of trainers that I bought a while back ~ and as you can see I’ve been wearing them a good deal:
I know I could have changed the laces but I love the way they highlight pinkness which seems to be pretty much everywhere in its various shades:
I never in my wildest dreams thought that I’d ever get involved in hubby’s carpet business as carpets seemed a million miles away from Sociology and Social Research.
However, I jumped in at the deep end back in January with a mumbled offer to do some online marketing for him.
It’s proving to be one of those unexpectedly enjoyable activities ~ often the best kind ~ and now I’ve reached a point where I’m seeing the world through both the eyes of bridges and tufts of wool.
I love the colours, patterns and textures of carpets as well as their deep connection to nature through woolly sheep.
Mercifully, hubby is happy to let me run loose and be as quirky and creative as I want to be in this endeavour. It’s pure fun and I adore heading off with a car load of samples, rugs, rolls of carpet and just seeing what will catch my eye.
I’m sure regular readers of my normal blog won’t be too surprised with the results!
I’d love to hear what carpets mean to you and if there have been really special ones in your life?
Yesterday was my father’s 4th anniversary and it seemed only right to head off on what was a gorgeous day and just ‘be’ with him.
The notion that ‘time heals’ isn’t one that I buy into. I think that a huge amount depends on what one does with the time and also the very idea of ‘healing’ doesn’t quite fit with the way I feel about loved ones who have died.
As I have said here before, I feel very strongly that those, like my father, with whom I was very close, remain very much in our everyday lives because of the extent of shared histories and experiences.
Father loved nothing better than to spend a September day off taking photographs and he would lose all sense of time in the process.
Yesterday was very like that. It was a day that was full of colour and nature seemed to be in celebratory mood.
Four years may have passed but Father’s presence is as strong as ever.
Ever since I was a kid, I’ve been fascinated by buoys and have a vast collection of a whole array of vibrant colours.
They make me think of an artist’s palette as well as the human hands that have touched them. In so many ways, they are like messages in bottles and one day, I hope to find one that has a real live message on it so that I can write back to the sender, wherever he or she may be.
Yesterday, I saw my precious Tramore Bay very much through the eyes of a buoy! I often wonder how it is that they never clash with their surroundings.
The Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection http://wp.me/p1ip9d-25x which I’m running here in Social Bridge for the month of November is one of the most uplifting things I’ve ever done and is yielding all sorts of glorious surprises.
Here’s an email and photograph I received from Vanessa Adams who lives in Australia:
I’d like to share this photo which I took recently on Main Street, Heathcote, a little town in central Victoria. Although it’s growing darker in the northern hemisphere, we’re heading into summer here and I hope this colourful and creative reminder of warmer days will connect to memories of summer for you. If you half close your eyes, it looks just like a woman in a strappy top, with her arms raised to fix wind-blown hair.
If you would like to participate in the Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection, please send me an email at email@example.com.
As we prepare to greet November, I would like to invite you to join me in the Inaugural Festival of Colour, Creativity and Connection which I am planning for the month of November here on Social Bridge.
The aim of the Festival is to bring warmth and colour (in all senses) to the darkest month of the year. I associate November very much with both Remembrance and Thanksgiving, broadly defined, even though we don’t celebrate these days here in Ireland.
If you would like to share a photograph, drawing, painting, poem, piece of prose or any combination of these which you feel represents Colour, Creativity and Connection, please leave a comment or email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Let’s build a few bridges over the next four weeks!