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Two Deckchairs - Mike Hall

British, b.  1960 -

Acrylic on canvas , 28 x 23 cm

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Still Life - Lotta Backman

Swedish , b. 1948 -

Colour lithograph , 49 x 45 cm. Ed. 105/250.

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Zakopane, Poland 1959

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Sunset

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It was a long weekend here in New South Wales. My weeks have felt full but heavy recently, so thankful for the extra day, and hoped to spend it well.

Borrowed a page from Biscuit's book and let the sun warm up my back and watched my laundry dry. Satisfying after days of rain. Today, drove north west up to Wiseman's Ferry (which turns out to our equal delight and surprise actually does have a ferry service to carry cars to and fro the Hawkesbury River. The trail was minimally marked and we never quite knew exactly where we were walking, but that turned out to be half the fun.

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Sweet treats and wide open spaces are my reason for being

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she is me, i am her

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Vincent van Gogh Still Life with French Novels and Glass with a Rose 1887

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Gold and pearl egg cup charm, 1959

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The tusk of a woolly mammoth being unearthed from a Siberian riverbed. 

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The Long Way  -  Kayla Martel , 2022.

Irish, b. 1980s

Oil on canvas , 24 x 30 cm.

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half asleep, half dreaming.

by louis jean françois lagrenée and paul oxborough.

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sun

tea, coffee

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by salman toor, van gogh, cecilia rosslee, van gogh.

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The problem with adulthood was feeling like everything came with a timer-- a dinner date with Sam was at most two hours, with other friends, probably not even as long. There was maybe waiting for a table, there was a night at a bar, there was a party that went late, but even that was just a few hours of actual time spent. Most of Alice's friendships now felt like they were virtual, like the pen pals of her youth. It was so easy to go years without seeing someone in person, to keep up to date just through the pictures they posted of their dog or their baby or their lunch. There was never this-- a day spent floating from thing to another. This was how Alice imagined marriage, and family-- always having someone to float through the day with, someone with whom it didn't take three emails and six texts and a last minute reservation change to see one another. Everyone had it when they were kids, but only the truly gifted held on to it in adulthood.

This Time Tomorrow, Emma Straub

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Logging onto here is like walking through a bead curtain