pretty apple

monster in my shed

My mommy said there were no monsters.

My mommy lied

hints of grey

Let me ease into this grey thing

November waits

Undoubtedly, there's beauty to November. The ever increasing contrast, for example, between the stripped wet branches and increasingly cold grey sky, can be quite startling, and as such quite pretty. But god does this weather suck, and man, does the constant grey affect my mood. It's time for either snow or sun, not this, what they call in Shadowland, 'waiting room of a world'.

drops of blue

orange smoke

Sometimes, when there's smoke, there's curtain

Ze Wissèrt of Ozoupolos

Magic outside of my front door, yesterday:



very faux-Greek, yet also



very semi-Oz, and definitely



all Tilburg.

orange reflection

Ceci n'est pas une grandmere Smith

I'm definitely falling in love with my window



but the theme of the day was apple. Hence the salut to Magritte

seems i'm also falling in love with green -but i blame that on a very cold and rainy spring: it is greener than a virgin frog around here.

light weights

My father collected weights. Not for excercise -though moving them to every new house has proven to be quite the work-out- but because he had this idea that a philosopher is a weight that wants to way itself, and he was fond of the shine of old metal objects that had been used a lot. So i also have a collection of old nails, and tin inkpots, and all sorts of things that are a nightmare to pack but a little gift every time you unwrap them.

Today, in the window, the weights proved quite light.

the colors of my house

Well there's redredredred



a cloud of white



and the kind of blue that suits a dog saying goodnight



and of course lots of variations on yellow and orange

light

the faceted fairy doin' disco

Now this might look like an ordinary crystal you'd hang in a window to get little rainbows all over your room when the light hits it

but it is, in fact, a magic crystal you'd hang in a window to get little rainbows all over your room when the light hits it.

Light, you see -light being the reason that you see- isn't really caused by a thermonuclear explosion billions of miles from us; it is the result of fairies dancing. These fairies are drawn to beautiful objects with which they can play, such as pearls, drops of water, and crystals. Sometimes they love these objects so much, feel so at home with them, they inhabit them.

The crystal here is one that once belonged to my father, and it indeed has a fairy living inside of it, as you can plainly see



Now she's a little shy, so i hadn't seen her do this before, but it turns out she loves orange even more than i do, and when you put her in orange light, she will dance



And the funny thing is, when you give her a bit of strobe, she'll get downright disco on your ass

I love her so much i've decided not to give her my usual lame name, like 'Twinker Smell' or something alike. Instead, i'll just watch her dance in the orange light, and let the mystery remain nameless.

dicey shots

Had an idea for a rather tricky shot, involving my dad's dice. He had a copper dice that you wouldn't throw, but spin. I've played with it since i was a kid and keep it in the same place in the same desk as he did. I wanted to see if i could photograph it in action, and whether i could put my spin on it spinning.

The easiest way to go about it was to do a standard shot of it spinning, and capture that lovely blurry top

the next step was trying to capture it in mid-spin, while still portraying movement -which was pretty tricky

the last step would be to get the mid-spin and the movement, and then add camera movement, which took me forever



as is usually the case with me shooting, there were a million shots -or maybe a hundred- and lots of mistakes, but one of them was bizar



i kinda know how it happened, but like to think i captured the ghost of the dice.

Rosetta's glass

Part of me is hoping that in three thousand year's time, people will study the decorative glass of the front door of the house i live in to try and figure out what it says -almost every time i pass it i get flashes of hieroglyphs

spooning a cup

Cupping a spoon would be harder in this set-up

warm lights cool shadows

Am in such a decrepit state today that i actually dragged my sorry ass to bed today around 4 for a bit of a nap. But once i got there and laid down, i saw this, so i had to get up to photograph it, and well, no napping. How i suffer for my arts.

a visual exploration of my washing machine

Cause i hadn't yet

Just in cases

I love that line from 'Love, actually'

yellow & blue

Not green together