Tuesday, November 02, 2010

The dome glows ethereal in the night, London's own rising moon ...

St Pauls AND the Millennium Bridge

Dearest darling London,

Today I ache for you.
I read and reread the article A.A. Gill wrote for The Times about St Paul's Cathedral and I sigh.

St Paul's Cathedral is the solemn, eternal boss and hub of our city. We look up for it, mark our bearing by it, judge our distance from the lantern on top. It is the axis of a compass. The great dome is the calm centre of the spinning city.

A couple of nights ago, thinking in the liminal dark, I was struck by the idea for a tattoo*, a bolt of lightening from my subconscious. The idea for a tattoo which honours my love for the city more than the obtuse and multi-symbolic crown on my right arm.
The idea arrived fully formed. So clear in my mind that I wanted to run out and get it straight away. But I am too sensible for that. I must wait to see if the seed idea grows roots.

Anyway, that's all I wanted to say. I ache for you today, London.

Much love,

* I'm done apologising to my parents for my tattoos.
They may have created my physical being but they also created who I am. And I am a person who loveloveloves my tattoos.
No Philip Larkin here. THIS be the verse: I love who they helped me become.

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Week Forty-Four

The Week in Photographs

Sunday: Craig made Pancakes
Craig made us pancakes. With curly bacon.

Monday: Reflection of a Reflection
It was Labour Day so I went bra shopping. I found this Geisha style changing room bizarre.

Tuesday: Packaging treats for overseas friends
Packing treats to send to overseas friends.

Wednesday: Golden Hour by the Waterfront
I was dropped off nearer the waterfront than usual. Golden hour was beautiful.

Thursday: Postcard from Ottawa!
My darling Petra sent me a postcard from Ottawa.

Friday: Hazy Morning
A hazy hazy morning.

Saturday: The New Dowse
The sun was out and I was home alone. So I walked down to The New Dowse and went to Craft 2.0 where I bought a rosette I've been wearing on my bag.

Loser Rosette by Dear Colleen
Loser Rosette by Dear Colleen.