Friday, March 31, 2017

What is it? #56 Rock star

Greetings!

As you read, I shall be performing a Balinese Gamelan concert at LSO St Lukes in London. It's been a bit of a manic journey trying to learn new pieces in a week but certainly a fun musical challenge.

It seems a while since I did my last 'What is it?' post so here I am to redress the deficit!

Here we have a rock from Robin Hood's Bay in Yorkshire.  It reminded me of something rather than a rock. Care to share what it might remind you of?
If so, leave a comment below and next time, I'll tell you what I though it was!


What about the last instalment in this imagination challenge?

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When I saw this tree, I immediately thought of an Ow'l's face.  It appears to have two eyes, albeit wonky ones and a pointy beak.

What did the Studio Audience think?

12 comments:

  1. That tree has eyes and is seriously watching the neighbourhood. I'm naming that tree Gregory.
    Hugs, Julia
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  2. You know the first few second I didn't see anything and I was already starting to get worried because this is something that usually comes naturally to me...and then I suddenly saw it- it is a dragon. Chinese kind of dragon, with a beautiful head and a long lizard body. I can see it so clearly now. Isn't that funny?
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  4. This is fun! I see a bird's eyes and beak or maybe a human face in the tree bark?! I hope you're having a good week Kezzie. Blessings.
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  5. The tree is obvious an owl too. :)) Love this series, it's so much fun.
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  6. I like the clouds and anything you show for us to guess! After you said now that you saw violins on the curtains, I agreed - I wasn't full of imagination on the day you showed it :) This time I see a rose and leaves, it's such a wonderful picture and tree, I never saw something like that! Hope you have a very nice day, dear Kezzie!
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  7. There's definitely an owl in that tree and he's looking a bit incredulous (really!) and a bit fed up.
    The curtains remind me of a bunch of the dancers, lined up in Busby Berkley style, but out of Disney's Fantasia, were they candlesticks? On the left panel they've got their right shoulder up (the left one as we look at it) and in the middle it's the other shoulder and the right panel they're back to the first shoulder - they're obviously shimmying to some fantastic dance tune lol
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  8. Cool. I'm fascinated by tree bark and see images in it all the time.
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  9. I see a rather stern looking owl.
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  10. Loch ness monster starting with it's head and neck on the left and then curving round to it;s hump back on the right.
    Lisa x
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  11. I see an owl :)

    Corinne x
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  12. I see an owl too, Kezzie. xxx
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Ha, lots of owls seen too AND some dragons and Nessies!  Great show in the comments section - thank you for having a go all of you!!!

So, let me know what you think the rock is??!?!
xx

s

Thursday, March 30, 2017

Circumnavigating the UK- Honfleur- butterflies!

As mentioned a few weeks ago, I felt I should really finish writing about my last Summer's travels.  If you recall, I was on a 12 day cruise circumnavigating the UK.  Our final day's stop was to be the pretty town of Honfleur in Northern France.  Mum and I had no particular fixed idea about what we wanted to do and decided to walk around, find some brochures and then make a decision.

The town was really attractive, particularly this busy section around the river.


This old-fashioned merry-go-round reminds me of Amelie!
We decided to walk to a Butterfly House we'd seen on a map as both Mum and I adore butterflies.

I have tried to identify butterflies in retrospect as best I can but whilst I know my British butterflies, these Tropical ones are a bit of a guessing game comparing pictures.

Here is a Malachite.
The place was really warm but it was delightful to be surrounded by so many beautiful, huge tropical butterflies. However, it was extremely hard to get them to land and pose prettily for a photo.  Most of them were extremely flighty though, and just fluttered tantalisingly out of reach most of the time.

I was after this blue-tipped one for ages. Could this one be a Blue Morpho? I'm not sure.

This looks most like a Common Crow, but I am not sure if my identification is correct!
We soon discovered that the butterflies weren't alone and there were a whole host of other creatures within the tropical gardens.
A very strange low-pitched moaning attracted my attention and I caught this strange fellow lurking on top of a doorway.
I always love how much like eyes these outer wings seem.
Trying to photograph this beautiful turquoise prettily shaped one was a futile venture!
These pretty curved orange and spotty ones were positively docile by comparison. They look like a Golden Longwing

A wonderful opportunity suddenly presented itself when I spied this pair of Giant Swallowtail butterflies alongside a Blue Morpho one but I had to stand on one leg, leaning over a pond to take it at full zoom!
At long last! A Green Swallowtail!
This pretty marbled fellow sat on a leaf for a while but his wings were constantly on the go- this is the least-blurred of a myriad photos! I think he's called a  Paper Kite or a Rice Paper but then again, he resembles a Wood Nymph too!
This one below looks like a Tailed Jay.
I think this is called a Tiger Longwing.
This strange and detailed one really reminded me of a cat! I think it may be called a Clipper.

More watching eyes...Apparently this is called an Owl Butterfly.  How wonderfully appropriate!
This one looks also like a Blue Morpho  (ventral) from the outside.
A variety of a Lacewing here.
Hello Giant Swallowtail!

This resembles a Gap-banded swallowtail.
This one looks like a Lacewing.
What I failed to capture on film is the moment a butterfly landed on my hand! My camera had died by this point.

Afterwards, I had a yearning to visit the beach so we made an extremely lengthly and tiresome trudge to a beach which appeared much nearer on the map.  The tide was right out and the beach, to be honest, was rather yucky.  I regret dragging Mum all that way in my haste and causing her to be tired.

After this, we headed back to town to look for somewhere for something to drink.

With a little perusal of shops, we eventually made our way back to the ship.

Honfleur was undoubtedly pretty and we were glad to have made its acquaintance, even if all our photos were of the butterflies!

Do you like visiting Butterfly houses?
xx


Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Style imitating art: Roses

Hello there,

I hope your day was enjoyable and contented.  Mine was nice in places, others not so magic but otherwise fine!
Today, I bring you an outfit inspired by a painting. 
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Garden Center growARTS artisan training program provides a space for individuals of all abilities to create stunning pieces of art as a means of self-expression and as an alternative path to self-employment.
Art for sale is either painted by adults in the growARTS program or is donated by their family or friends. The artists in the program also get paid a commission for each piece that sells.
As usual, a painting is chosen by one of the Style Imitating Art curators and you have a week to build an outfit inspired by it. It could be the colours, the shapes, a pattern, a particular aspect of the work.

The painting is beautiful and I began with the roses.  I have had this Corhuroy rose skirt from Per Una at M&S for such a long time.  It has been sitting in a cull pile for a while but I find it hard to let it go. Thus, I dug it out for this outfit.

The next element was the turquoisey-green leaves. I chose to wear a turquoise vest-top underneath and then added a turquoise silk scarf tied as a cravat round my neck plus my handmade turquoise earrings from Croatia.  The white jumper provided a base/background and the final touch was a nod to the sequins with this delicate filigree charity-shopped silver brooch from a fine-jewellers in Southend.


Some kids came to chat to me in the playground and they said they liked my outfit (including a boy).  I told them I had been inspired by a painting and told them how I took the picture and turned it into an outfit.  I know it seems a silly thing to talk to kids about but they genuinely seemed intrigued how you could take an artwork and see it in a new way. I like to give different perspectives and ways of doing things.  Particularly those kids- I always feel like they really like to hear what I have to say and are genuinely interested!


You can catch the roundup post from Erin here at Looplooks.net with everyone else's interpretations of the painting!

xx

Hope  you are well.
xx

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

February Books

March is storming onwards towards its conclusion in 3 days and still I have not posted my book reads and reviews from February.  Better get on with it!!!




12.  The Never ending story- Michael Ende

I loved this film as a child but for some bizarre reason I didn't make the link between the word STORY to realise it was a book. When I saw it on the classroom shelf in year 4, I pounced eagerly.
The book is obviously much longer and the story differs from The Never Ending Story although a lot of details made it into the film.

The book begins where a little boy, Bastian, goes into a bookshop and steals a book called the Neverending Story.  He is bullied at school and longs to escape.  He hides in the attic of the school and reads all day and night about the land of Fantastica and how it is being gradually eaten up by the sinister Nothing. A hero, Atreyu, is selected by the serene and peaceful ruler of the land, the Childlike Empress, and he searches through Fantastica for the solution to the problem.  Eventually, Bastian finds himself integral to the solution and finds himself in Fantastica.  The book differs from the film in that the end of the first film is only midway through the book and the part of the book which follows Bastian's exploits in Fantastica is both interesting, imaginative and all a little bit scary!

The imagination of the book, the description and imagery is wonderful. I find Bastian an irritating protagonist though. I suspect he is written that way deliberately because of what happens in the story , but I did want to shake him thoroughly at times.  The wonderful Luckdragon,  Falkor, is a beguiling character and I loved it whenever he came back into the story. Atreyu, similarly, is wiser and more 3d in the book than in the film and I found myself incredibly fond of him. Characters that so scared me when I was young (the scary wolfish creature) and the lady with no face in the 2nd film, were much less worrisome in the book- I guess my imagination made them less scary than the film did. It was really fun to finally read this story!


13. By the shores of silver lake - Laura Ingalls Wilder
The next installment of the 'Little house on the prairie' stories, the Ingalls family leave their home in Plum Creek once more and head out west to seek new lands that aren't so crowded.  Pa Ingalls has a job to help build the Railroad out to the West so the family follow him.  onto the Prairie again to claim a patch of new land in a Government scheme.  Time is of the essence as they must get there and stake a claim and find their land before anyone else though. Many people seek the land and some will do anything to get their own way.
I found this book particularly exciting in comparison to the previous books in the series. Perhaps it is to do with the fact that Laura was older on Silver Lake but the hardships, difficulties and dangers seem more real and sometimes perhaps insurmountable here.  The earlier books showed how easily game and food seemed easily to find. Here the difficulties are rife and we have so much more interaction with other people in these stories. I found it fascinating to read of how the town, De Smet grew, how rapidly houses and shops went up and the suchlike.  I very much like Laura Ingalls as a character.  One interesting and very sad development in the life of the family is the fact that her elder sister Mary became blind at the start of this book due to Scarlet Fever and suddenly becomes a more prevalent character.   I adore Pa Ingalls- he is such a wonderful role model for his children. This book is full of heart.

14.  The long winter- Laura Ingalls Wilder
I read the next installment in the Ingalls family's life. They are still in their Shanty on the prairie near the new town of De Smet.  However, at the start of the story, a native American Indian comes to the village and warns of a coming Long-winter- every 7th Winter is particularly hard.  Many of the town fail to believe him but it comes true.  The worst winter imaginable reaches the town and seems relentless. As time continues, things become more desperate, supplies run low and it seems the whole town and settlers may starve to death as they have no established supplies being a new town and the railroad is frozen solid for months- supplies never seem to get through!

Like the previous book I reviewed, this book seems even more focused on the difficulties and hardships of the new life of the Ingalls family.  I found the descriptions of the blizzards and the depth of snow and difficulties of travel extremely bleak and very evocative. As I read, I felt myself despair of their ever being warm and full of food again.  Again, a gripping read, even though it is largely focused on one Winter!

15. Dead Man's Cove -  Lauren St.John
I found this book in a charity shop and at first, beginning with a girl in a children's home, I thought this was going to read like a Jacqueline Wilson book but it was so much more intriguing than that. Our main character Laura, goes to live with her uncle in St Ives, Cornwall, her life seems changed for ever.   Yet, as she gets to know this mysterious uncle who has much to hide, a strange housekeeper and a young Asian relative, Tariq, of the Supermarket owners, she becomes confused as to who is a friend and enemy.  The mystery reigns throughout this book and it moves at an interesting pace. To a certain extent, this reminded me in a way,of a sort of tame Alex Rider type of book without all the action- the same element of mystery and secret organisations and relatives dying, link the two. It addresses some very relevant modern themes too. Totally exciting! I already donated it to the year 4 bookcase!

16. Me before you- Jojo Moyles
I am absolutely not one to jump on a book bandwagon. I will positively sidestep the bandwagon and stubbornly walk instead.  However, by accident, I ended up watching the film version of it on the plane home from South Africa and rather loved it.  Then, when I saw it in a charity shop, somehow, I felt that now I should read it!

Louisa Clark is sacked from her job at the start of the book. She has worked rather happily, though rather ambitiously, as a cafe assistant for a few years. Times are hard and jobs are scarce so when she lands a job at the local National Trust castle, as a companion/carer to Will Traynor, a young man who is confined to a wheelchair and can only move his face and one hand.    Will is definitely very resentful of what has happened to him.  But, as the two spend more time together- their perspectives on life perhaps might change.

I loved the book as much as the film. There's obviously a lot more depth in the book but I do think they did a good interpretation of it.  The characters are well-written and likeable.  I cared about them deeply and spent a good proportion of the book howling!


17.  Coraline- Neil Gaiman.
Another charity shop book- this tells the story of a little girl who is rather bored with her life and her parents who seem to pay little attention to her. Somehow, she gains access through a strange doorway in her house, to an alternative version of her home but with an Other Mother and Other Father and Other Neighbours.  They seem to love and appreciate her and want her to stay.  BUT, all is strange and sinister and staying with them is not something she wants to do. The latter part of the book deals with Coraline trying to escape from the other family. It is rather chilling to read, despite being fairly innocent writing.  I think the fear factor comes from something familiar and lovely being turned in this way- such as the Other family having Black buttons instead of eyes.  I found the ending rather horrifying and clever- rather psychological.  Not one I want to read again but gripping nonetheless.

18.  Frozen in time- Ali Sparkes
Yet another book I found in the charity shop. I adore books with a time-travelling element to them and this is no exception!  Ben and Rachel, who are staying in their family home with their uncle are dreadfully bored in the holidays, particularly since the TV blows up at the start of the story.  It's because of this that they go out into the garden and when digging around, find something a bit strange. They dig into some strange huge capsule and inside they discover Freddie and Polly, 2 children who were frozen in chryonic suspension by their father back in 1956.  It turns out that the four are relatives.  But how will the children of the 50's adapt to present day- have their bodies been damaged by the suspension and will anyone find out about them and seek them. And what happened to their father all those years ago?

This definitely had a Famous Five in the modern day feel to it with adventure, baddies and mysteries. I loved seeing how the author treats the reactions of the children from the past towards modern day innovations and seeing how the modern day children are also affected.


Patrick
My copy is at school so here is an image from www.foyles.co.uk who stock this lovely book

19. Patrick - Quentin Blake

Patrick is a picture and text book about a ragged young man who has saved up some money to buy a violin.  He goes to a market and buys his instrument. As he walks along, he meets different characters and the magic of his haunting violin melody does magical things to those he meets- trees growing ordinary fruit are suddenly covered in sweets and cakes, shoe-laces turn into bright ribbons, drab-coloured birds grow tropical feathers, a miserable tramp suddenly gains a new lease of life.
I found this a delightful book and I know I would have loved all the magical changes that happen to the characters in the book when I was a little girl. I read this to my Reception class on a Tuesday and played  a haunting violin melody on Youtube in the background as they listened and it really did add a magical dimension to the retelling.  The children seemed really caught up in the imagery of it! Plus, Quentin Blake's illustrations are as charming as ever.


20.  Emma - Alexander McCall Smith
I have heard mixed reviews about it. It is a modern-day retelling of Jane Austen's Emma, by one of my favourite authors.  Would it be a typical enjoyable read of his?  Well, to be honest with you- I tend to generally love most Jane Austen retellings because I love the originals and long to read them with fresh eyes again- like the first time I read it- I am, it must be said, rather easily amused/pleased so I wouldn't necessarily take me as the best critic. I confess that, despite its modern retelling, it still retained the quaintness of the past- it's something to do with his depiction of Mr Woodhouse.  In some ways, it reminds me of a foreign translation of a book in a way I cannot put my finger on- rather like the translation of the next book I am to review below.  It was pleasant to read but I didn't feel really in love with it in the way I do about most of AMcCS's books!

21.  Hitman Anders and the meaning of it all- Jonas Jonasson
It was rather a surprise to find another book by Jonas Jonasson in the charity shop. I'd not heard of this one.  If you haven't read any of his other books- Jonasson's speciality is making totally extraordinary and crazy things happen to his main characters.  In the 100 year old man who climbed out of the window- the old man ends up stealing lots of money and ends up managing to escape via a series of extremely convenient coincidences.  Similarly, in his other book. This book is no exception to that formula. This time, our main characters are a rather disgruntled young man whose Dad had a difficult life and a former priest who never wanted to be one. They end up getting accidently involved with a Hitman and somehow end up exploiting him to earn lots of money. And then the priest finds Jesus.  But, unfortunately, the young couple have rather got used to the money they were earning and decide to exploit the religious angle to comically disastrous and strangely successful consequences.  As usual, our main characters have done something wrong and are being chased by someone who wants them dead- the formula remains the same but it is nonetheless, entertaining! I wonder if Jonasson is a one plotline pony or he can write in another way. That said, all three books I've read are highly original, funny and entertaining but I do find myself groaning a bit after reading three of them.

What books did you read in ahem- February or indeed- March!!!!

xx

Monday, March 27, 2017

Pause for Lent- an extract from Little Town on the Prairie


Apologies for this post being a day late.  We ended up staying in London all day and not returning until past 11pm.  It was bizarrely wonderful because we were meeting CBC's good friend from Manchester for lunch and as we walked by St Martin in the Fields church, we met his Brother walking along, talking on the phone to his Mother about us! He was just leaving his friend and was wondering what to do.  The odds of meeting someone you really wanted to see at the perfect timing in busy London are astonishing.

Anyway, for my Pause for Lent, i wanted to share this short passage I read in the Little Town on the Prairie book which tells of author, Laura Ingalls' childhood and adolescence in the pioneering age.  These books are just beautifully told- I love hearing of all the trials, hardships, joys and innovations in the Ingalls family's life.  Their faith, love for each other and God are evident through the story and I loved this particular extract:

"We are all desperately wicked and inclined to evil as the sparks fly upwards," said Mary, using the Bible words.  "But that doesn't matter."
"What!" cried Laura.
"I mean I don't believe we ought to think so much about ourselves, about whether we are bad or good,"Mary explained.
"But, my goodness!  How can anybody be good without thinking about it?" Laura demanded.
"I don't know, I guess we couldn't," Mary admitted.
"I don't know how to say what I mean very well.  But - it isn't so much thinking, as - as just knowing. Just being sure of the goodness of God."

Laura stood still, and so did Mary, because she dared not step without Laura's arm in hers guiding her.  there Mary stood in the midst of the green and flowery miles of grass rippling in the wind, under the great blue sky and white clouds sailing, and she could not see.  Everyone knows that God is good.  But it seemed to Laura then that Mary must be sure of it in some special way.
"You are sure, aren't you?" Laura said.
"Yes, I am sure of it now all the time," Mary answered.  ""The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want.  he maketh me to lie down in green pastures.  he leadeth me beside the still waters." I think that's the loviest psalm of all.  Why are we stopping here?  I don't smell violets."
(The little town on the Prairie- p11-12)

The love and understanding and simple but strong faith of this girl who Scarlet Fever left blind. The wisdom and understanding.  Thinking about sin and things we do wrong is so important, but I like her approach to it.  If we truly know God's goodness, somehow that helps us to think and address our wrongdoing in a different way.  In a positive and joyful way.




I'll leave you with one of my favourite songs based on that Psalm too.

xx

Saturday, March 25, 2017

Whitby wanderings- A meander at Sandsend

Morning! It is a beautiful, bright day here in Essex and I have had a sumptuous lie-in, then got up and cleared up the pigsty that has been the kitchen after a busy week whilst listening to John Williams filmscore sound tracks and then emptying the compost in the garden.  It continues with washing and all those necessary mundane tasks that have to be completed.

However, since posting here has been very sporadic, I thought I'd resume my Whitby writeup from half-term since it is almost Easter and it is now rather overdue!

After our walk in Whitby, CBC and I took a wrong turning from Whitby towards Goathland and ended up driving through a nearby village called Sandsend where the sea and beaches were right by the main road. It was very easy to pull over and park (no charges between October and April- hurrah!)
The beach was sandy which then seemed to turn into more Shingle and stone as we walked on.
CBC was perfectly content to watch the waves for a while whilst I searched for sea-glass.
Alas, as the tide was coming in, and I wasn't paying attention, my feet were quickly immersed in water which went over the top of my boots resulting in much squelchage.
The persistent surge of the waves is such a soothing accompaniment to beachcombing and I confess to a inner quietude laced with a fervent joy as I advance at a slow tempo along the stony terrain.
The froth ices everything in a thin layer for such a insignificant period of time before it returns from whence it came.
CBC joined in the beach-combing occasionally and rather liked the cappuccino-hued smoothness of this morsel.
The stones never quite retain their magical sheen if one removes them from their home but it is a joy to see familiar shapes gleaming as you walk. A heart for Valentines day.
I spied the odd thrilling piece of smoothed seaglass. Do you spy it?
Maybe this one is more obvious with its Emerald-city shades.
And the odd translucent milky shade accompanied by quartz.
Every so often, a wave would leave iridescent bubbles lingering on the surface of an honoured pebble.
And the odd stone dons a stylish quartz belt.
And finally, a heart-shaped fragment of seaglass in honour of St Valentines, held up alongside my beloved in the distance.
 Odd pieces of quartz mixed with other elements held up to the sunset yields an inner magic.
Whilst the waves continue their ceaseless ostinato.
As the misty air gives a turbulence to the ever-progressing waves, we feel it is time to retreat.
With a few more lingering glances.
"Come back soon!" the waves seem to entreat us as they lick at our feet.
Whilst we traipse back towards the car, my reluctance to leave results in a death-pace glancing ever downwards seeking a final treasure.
Nothing to see here but a myriad of proud grey tones.
And more quartz adornment.
But wait! What is that?  Long lost ceramics or pottery?
And a long-smoothed seaglass pebble.
A farewell emerald...
And a final flurry of bubbles.

Sandsend- our time with you was short but it was filled with beauty, thrills, solitude and magnificence.  We thank you.

xxx