I have no idea what season it is in my photo (or rather, my father’s photo), but I’m guessing that in this boy’s part of the world it’s always warm enough to climb a tree. In bare feet! The photo suits not so much a foliage theme as a trunk theme. But if the boy climbs for long enough he’ll get to the foliage and more importantly to the dates.
15th Sep – At a chocolate shop/café my cup of coffee came with melted chocolate dribbled, apparently decoratively, down the outside of the cup. It ended up on my fingers in a great mess.
16th Sep – Went to a church in this seaside town where we are holidaying. It looked conservative from the outside but the music was hypnotic, the last song line repeated 16 times, and the preacher didn’t preach; he prayed for troubled souls until they fell on the floor. I’ve heard of this but never seen it before.
17th Sep – Walking to the beach we passed a refugee and his sons. We smiled and said Hi; he hesitated, nodded ever so slightly, but didn’t smile. I wondered what he was thinking.
18th Sep – Found out that a short piece I submitted to a magazine has been published, including two photos which I had taken for this blog. Only, they attributed the writing to another Trish! The editor promised to place a correction in the next issue.
19th Sep – Went to the porpoise pool and got kissed by a dolphin and a seal.
Some people, she says, observe a minute’s silence at midday, but that time has already passed for me. It’s just after two in the afternoon and I’ve just received her email. Still, I can observe it with my photo of two white figures on the steps of a white church, Le Basilique du Sacré-Cœur, in Paris. As I stood watching this scene (2 years ago), it was mid-morning mid-week which confused me when I saw the bride. She posed for so many shots that I wondered if she were modelling. If she had indeed just been married, then her husband must have been a very patient man.
The other figure that looks like a white statue isn’t. He’s another very patient man.
10th Sep – Early in the afternoon, went to a beach where there were 4 people on the sand and 3 in the water. Late in the afternoon, went to a Point recommended for its sunset, where 4 people were watching it and 3 were gutting fish.
11 Sep – In a park, beside a sign declaring it an alcohol-free zone, a group of people were drinking tallies under an old fig tree.
12 Sep – Currently reading or listening to 4 novels: The Brothers Karamazov; The Pickwick Papers; Spiridion; Le Bouclier rouge. Sometimes I confuse the plots.
13 Sep – Had coffee in a converted church called ‘The Flying Nun’. The woman behind the counter looked like a man and the man looked like a woman.
14 Sep – On a small truck with ‘Outback Queensland’ plates: Bugger this. I’m goin piggin.
Ailsa has been checking out textures during her road travels: http://wheresmybackpack.com/2012/09/14/travel-theme-texture/ She’s asking us to show some textures from our own travels. I thought of the bubble texture on these beach rocks at Apollo Bay in Victoria:
5th Sep – When the door of my student’s house opened to me, I saw her waiting, her long blond hair plaited down her back. Her mother, also with long blond hair plaited down her back, was standing behind her brother, plaiting his long blond hair.
6th Sep – In 2 books in 2 days I’ve read that I should take my time when reading, don’t go too fast, have the time to read, ask why the author chose one word over another.
7th Sep – Went to a jazz concert with my son. Never done that before.
8th Sep – At a professional development session about Aboriginal English I had a long conversation in French.
9th Sep – Today we drove to our holiday destination. Arrived at the moment of a wide, horizontal orange sunset identical to the one in the ad for this place.
31st Aug – In a café I had a choice of sitting inside with people, heating, loud music, louder voices, coffee grinding and crockery washing, or of sitting alone in a cold, outer room. Which I did. Like a hermit. It was quiet.
1st Sep – Watched a young neighbour skip rope vigorously, a cigarette firmly held between her lips. Without removing it she dropped the rope and flipped into a handstand.
2nd Sep – A violent movie is playing in this room; I have my back to it. Earlier, when I approached the armchair to watch it, my young adult son cautioned me, ‘Oh, Mum …’, and I took the hint and walked away. Not many years ago it was me warning him! Perhaps the censors should create a rating for parents like me: FG – Filial guidance recommended.
3rd Sep – Outside the library while I was waiting for someone another woman was waiting for someone; she was red black red black in a brief red top, black trousers, red socks and black thongs. After a long while she gave in to the cool air and put on a cardigan, pulling it up over the right shoulder but not the left, which was tattooed.
4th Sep – Sticker on a small tradesman’s truck in front of me: A work horse, not a show pony.
26th Aug – Found out that lactose-free cream can’t be whipped.
27th Aug – A 10 year-old told me about a scorpion. It’s a dirt bike trick where the rider throws his body up off the seat, curling his legs up and back like a scorpion’s tail.
28th Aug – Taught English to an ambassador. That’s a first!
29th Aug – Read that some of Marcel Proust’s lines are the longest in English literature.
30th Aug – My students never write in cursive (running writing). One 13 year-old said he had one-hour cursive writing lessons once a week when he was in Year 3 (8 y.o.), but he didn’t like it and prefers to print. What is truly amazing to me is that teachers give them the choice.