Miss 10 and I have been studying French, via recordings, her books and my intention ... I never studied languages in New Zealand and so 'intention' is all I have to offer.
First up, there was much laughter as she tried to add Italian endings to words like 'ecole'. Unashamed she told me, 'but i'd rather go to Italy. France, not so much.'
My girl I think.
And so we laboured over the half hour of French study, and I may learn French as a result, before we broke open Sandi Thom and I Wish I Was A Punkrocker. Then we moved on to the song that her mum and I used to sing along to, as we drove along the crazy winding road that was the peninsula road home, back in Dunedin.
Blue by Eiffel 65. It made those wicked tight corners, between hillside and harbour, 'interesting'.
So yes, it's like that over here at the end of a long day here in Belgium.
Now this ... it had Jess and I in hysterics, one day back when we lived in Te Anau and waiting in the car for her Dad, this came on. We almost died as the story unfolded ...
... but then came to realise that art is not a cleverness contest. It is not one's capacity to be inventive. It is really an honesty contest ... the capacity to truly be that thing that you are.
Ran Ortner paints the most extraordinary paintings.
I would love to live in a room with his work there on the wall, reminding me of the sea that I love, the sea I'm so far from now.
Here's a documentary (in progress).
Antwerp ... it's grey and it's raining but coming home on the packed tram, complete with screaming child torturing her mum with a tantrum, I ended up chatting with the guy next to me. A musician, a circus performer, from Cuba originally. A friendly foreigner like me. He even does the high-wire stuff. And I had to smile, even on the grey days, these small sunshiny moments are possible.
For a homebody surrounded by the familiar or a traveler exploring the strange, there can be no better guide to a place than the weight of its air, the behavior of its light, the shape of its water, the textures of rock and feather, leaf and fur, and the ways that humans bless, mark or obliterate them.
Each of us possesses five fundamental, enthralling maps to the natural world: sight, touch, taste, hearing, smell. As we unravel the threads that bind us to nature, as denizens of data and artifice, amid crowds and clutter, we become miserly with these loyal and exquisite guides, we numb our sensory intelligence. This failure of attention will make orphans of us all.
Ellen Meloy, Writer.
It's a grey day here in Antwerp. Grey in so many ways, and so a splash of colour didn't seem out of order here on the blog.
I'm reading an exquisite essay by Rebecca Solnit - The Far North of Experience, In Praise of Darkness (and Light), cooking the first of two pavlovas, and I'm back on everyday school-runs for 2 weeks as of today.
My photography exhibition is coming together and I have some workshops to plan. There's a Passenger concert to attend soon too.
Wishing you a lovely weekend
My lovely Norwegian clients were teenage sisters. Their eye for composition and their ability to understand what I was showing them about photography, impressed me.
They wrote of working with me and made me adore them even more :-)
Working with Di has been incredibly fun! At first, I thought it was going to be challenging learning everything in English, but it was surprisingly easy.
She is a really great teacher, and a really great person. I will definitely start taking a lot more pictures now that I know how to do it properly.
It has been an amazing experience that I will never forget!