RIP Yasmin Jafferali Riaz.
keep away from edge
pure mourning
Painting:
s.p.q.b.
'Senatus Populus Que Brugensis' means 'the Senate and the people of Bruges'.
It can be found on the Bruges coat of arms and an ornate water pump featuring a swan in Bruges, as I found in 2014 during my time there.
untitled #174
from the stable yard
I ticked quite a few things off my to-do list today but not the major ones I need to. Like cleaning the kitchen and finding new clients, both of which I need to have done "yesterday".
While it was mostly a good day because I closed off some items and stopped to pet Susie on my way back from the high street. Tonight I'm feeling flat.
Finding a flatmate is proving to be as time-consuming and demoralising as trying to find a new flat usually is. I really don't have time for it right now, but I need a new flatmate as soon as humanly possible.
I had lots of energy and focus today for bringing in business and getting more of my work out into the world. But, instead, it had to be channelled into more immediate domestic tasks.
When I could finally sit down to decide what to share today, I perused many possible places from my travels near and far. But it was one of those days when nothing felt right, nothing fit my mood.
Eventually, I settled on this image, which I actually edited back in September 2019 but for some reason hadn't previously shared online.
I took this photo of the entrance to Hatfield House from the stable yard back in July 2019. It reminds me of so many Merchant-Ivory period films.
The image feels like standing on the outside looking in, which feels appropriate to my mood tonight. But also holds the promise of possibility, which will hopefully be my mood on waking tomorrow.
burleigh heads
Today was a stressful one, and there was a "doze, not quite a nap" this afternoon when I pushed through for too long without eating.
But I got important life admin sorted, and I booked an appointment for my second dose of the vaccine, so there's that.
Today I felt the urge to share a little photo essay of photographs I took at Burleigh Heads on the Gold Coast in Queensland back in 2009.
At the time, I was visiting for my birthday. But later in the year, for various reasons, I moved to live with my parents in Redland Bay at the other end of the Pacific Highway.
In 2002, when I'd returned from the UK, I'd lived with them in the Gold Coast hinterland. In Bonogin. My then-partner and I would drive to Burleigh Heads most days to walk along this stretch of the Gold Coast.
It was a beautiful spot to be and provided a stark contrast to the Gold Coast tourist drag of Surfers Paradise. I was more familiar with that part of the Gold Coast from my primary school years when I lived in Brisbane.
I feel a postcard from another's life related to my relationship with the Gold Coast coming in time. It was an annual pilgrimage for our family in my early years, punctuated by fluorescent beachwear and putt-putt golf.
Later, while at college, it was a place of cultural cringe for me.
In 2002 and 2009, I could see the beauty again in areas outside of the tourist traps. I hope this is what I shared with a partner in 2019, though I still hold a love for the kitsch 1980s Surfers Paradise in my heart to this day.
It's complicated.
Isn't it always?
a fight to the death
Day ninety-two of The 100 Day Project.
Illustrations:
Fighting men by an unknown artist from Les Bons Romans
cuckold
Day sixty-one of The 100 Day Project.
Illustrations:
Trio by Achille Devéria from L'Artiste (volume of plates - 1845)
a day out in the country
Day forty-eight of The 100 Day Project.
Illustrations:
Carriage drawn by ostriches by Gustave Doré from Nouveaux contes de fées pour les petits enfants
stolen kisses
Day forty-four of The 100 Day Project.
Illustrations: