I’ve been freelancing at a creative agency for the last couple of weeks. It’s quite an interesting jump from running my own business to being back in that kind of world. Really lovely people to be around though.
This weekend I did a whole lot of nothing. It’s what I needed. I did however pick some flowers from the garden and thoughtfully arranged them. Ikebana is an ancient form of art and meditation in Japan. It’s something I’ve enjoyed since I was a kid, but I of course didn’t know what it was way back then. I just used to walk around barefoot in my childhood garden snipping off lavender, azaleas (the leaves so sticky), ferns and nasturtiums. I would then sit on my front porch and take my time with arranging them just so. Then off to proudly present them to my mum because that’s who they were always, always for.
It’s funny how there are times where I feel like the blood running through my veins is a shade of beige. But then suddenly, it’s like I could explode from all of the ideas and creativity I want to experience. The latter is me right now.
I’m craving a photography mission soon. And I will do it. Most likely with my film camera as it’s been a while since I’ve felt the anticipation of having film developed.
I took this particular photo a couple of weeks ago. It’s my dear Mia cat enjoying some afternoon sun. She knows what’s good for her. I love that scene in The Hayao Miyazaki documentary where he is looking at his cat saying “Look how carefree she looks….you have no schedule”.
There was a beautiful downpour yesterday, completely welcome after a particularly hot day. As the sun was setting, I was in awe of some of the most beautiful clouds. They were all layered. Some soft and wispy, others shapely and billowing like a slow explosion. One cluster in particular looked like something Buddha himself would come rolling in on. These photos are for the most part untouched, though they didn’t do the sky the justice it deserved.
While photographing these beauties, my initial thought was “….it’s all because of the sun, the light, that is making all of this so wonderful to see”. But I instantly knew this wasn’t entirely true. That it’s the bits of shadow and darkness which give the clouds shape and dimension. Yes yes yes, light and dark…..can’t have one without the other….very philosophical of me. But it’s true, no?
Norway wasn’t somewhere I thought I would be visiting so soon. My sister has been hopping between Australia and Norway for a couple of years now as she fell in love with a Norwegian boy at university. They suddenly decided to wed and so I hopped on a plane to be there for the big day.
The landscape there is like nothing I’ve seen before. So rocky and shapely. The pines, especially ones near the water are all squat from coastal winds. I sometimes felt like I was inside a giant bonsai display.
With such a small population, there’s a delicious sense of slowness and absolute quiet, but not in a desolate way.
It was so wonderful to spend time with my sister again. Only sharing the same father (different mothers), we didn’t grow up together, though our similarities in personality are surprisingly striking. We went on lots of nature walks together, which I will now share photos from. I’ll put up a couple of wedding snaps in another post (I had the pleasure of taking some bride and groom shots after the ceremony).
Grief can do funny things. Once you’ve had time doing almost nothing (what is time?) you start to get back in to the things you used to enjoy. For some reason, it took me extra time to pick up my Olympus film camera. The first few photos felt so clumsy, but it didn’t take long until its familiarity and warmth laid weightily in my hands.
Here are a couple I took in a paddock near my friends property. I always feel like I enter some kind of dream state when walking around there.