Flamin' Groovy!

The fire in our house has established itself as a more or less permanent feature of our evenings this winter and will remain so for the foreseeable future if the latest forecasts are correct. It's been a nice addition though, even if I do, by a country mile, prefer the natural light and warm temperatures of summer.

To me, the forking flames of a fire in full swing are other-worldly things. They are as fleeting as the wisps of smoke they spar with, both of their ethereal forms in constant, mercurial, transition.

But suspending them in time by snapping a photo can reveal the strangest, innermost constituents of their make-up, their haze and glow and shadow, and show how these combine to create weirdly wonderful images.

Images that can nearly become stories, magical mysteries even, in themselves.

Most peculiar, mama!

More soon ...

Flamin' Hell!

 

 

Gift Ideas!

Creative expression is an interesting thing. A good thing too, in that we all have it, we all possess that compulsion to challenge our minds to convert their particular arrangements of ones and zeroes into a (tangible) thing - an idea, an image, a mood, a sound, a song, a word, an abstraction etc.

And with modern technology the way it is, we can now instantly communicate what we've created to the world in the hope that it will be understood or appreciated or at least tolerated by the people we want to impress.

But if you could care less for such things and believe in your idea, then you should lash it out there regardless, its warts and all, wishing woe to the downpressors as ye go!

Yet, there is always the danger that one can spend a lot of time creating, developing, honing and fine-tuning a thought or an idea only to find that it has precious little at its core in the first place. 

The name we give to this is, eh, ... wrapping paper!

But, I suppose, even that has a useful purpose.

More soon ...

Five sheets for a Euro now!