Every day we take things for granted….our homes, our families, our routines, the simple act of breathing in and exhaling. Those we love fit in a familiar dance of interactions throughout our days. The rhythm of this dance is the simple pattern of conversations and silences we unconsciously trace and retrace with our loved ones.
When something happens to break the rhythm we falter. Stop momentarily and realise we don’t actually know the steps well enough to restart. Or rather we knew them too well and had become lazy, on autopilot, the movement had slipped from conscious motion. We took them for granted precisely because they felt easy.
Such days remind us to shake ourselves into mindfulness and reflect upon the day-to-day and cherish the caress of the mundane. Perhaps it would be better if we seek to do so ourselves before life takes a tumble and it is too late to reflect.
Even the ducks are out taking some exercise as the days draw longer and the Christmas excess weighs around the waistbands!
A luxury I never thought I would be able to have – an ariel photograph, the earth from the air, something amazing that technology has afforded me. When you consider that there was a time not so long ago when only rich people could afford ariel photos, you realize the democratization of subject matter a digital camera and a window seat on a cheap flight brings. Ireland’s green patchwork as viewed from above – the fields and buildings and lives and realities an embroidery of fine-woven threads that blur to make a beautiful hazy picture and I, floating far above, take a snapshot of the colours. My father would not have imagined it possible in his lifetime and I feel sad at all the changes he did not live to see. Then I dive into the detail and dream within the green.
This morning felt like the first Spring day of 2013. Bright and airy without being fresh and cold. I stepped off the bus with a ‘spring’ in my step simply enjoying being outside in the air without being pummelled by rain and hail.
But even though the beautiful day made me feel light-hearted, I also felt a little sad as I realised another winter had passed with no snow.
Sometimes something just hits you as strangely perfect in its unintended meaning. This photo was taken after I stopped, grinned and almost doubled up with the giggles in a shop in London.
It doesn’t matter how much money you throw at a project, to create whatever veneer you wish, there is always a weak link that will put their own ‘spin’ on their input.
Bad grammar annoys me, yet misspellings, in the right context make me giggle. This special handcrafted sign appears on a temporary plywood facade affixed to an ancient cast-iron gate. The gate has been daubed an offensive green shade to colour match the part year dollification of Dublin Castle for the six months Ireland holds the EU Presidency. The paint job offends me – the ‘official’ sign prompted a smile.
With thanks to the worker on the Irish EU Presidency project for the photo moment of the day.
My first real post of 2013 after the darkest hours at the start of the year. I’m not sure if it was a cry for help, I really tried to blot out the pain and the despair, only luck and a determined loved one pulled me back from the brink.
So I have been taking time to try to get my head back to a space where I can cope with things. I think it may be working- life has thrown me two curveballs since but I am managing to repel if not catch them and run. Today’s photo of the day is a symbol of my intent – a light shining through the dark bringing warmth and hope.
Back in London and even the most recognisable landmarks festive up
Christmas is a bit like Marmite – some people love it, but the other option is to hate it. There is no such thing as indifference. Perhaps that is because of the all pervading nature of the holiday. Even if you are not in the hokum our and cannot face another rendition of White Christmas there is no escaping the “season”.
In London the links with Marmite are even more profound
Our press – print, media and web – have huge powers of influence on our lives
I have known for some time that I am a newsfeed junkie: I listen to news while I drive, arrange my meals to coincide with news bulletins, stop my travails on the hour for the news update and follow news bloggers and opinion makers on twitter. I have never considered whether this addiction is having a beneficial or detrimental effect on my well being