52and39/17 Reprogramming Yellow

The yellow on the wall there is my favourite colour. Ever. I love yellow.  But I don’t love Gorse. I got caught up in one day when I was wee.  It hurt.  Lesson learned: all that is gold may glitter [but can also hurt in that way where you silent scream at first, eyes wide in horror, so shocking is the pain].

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Gorse is a big feature in the natural Scottish landscape.  I’ve had to learn to see its colour and let that shout over the top of the bad memory.

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52and39/16 Time for Everything

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I often start the day wondering how I’ll get everything done.  I can get lost in a fog of over-thinking.  The things I’d like to do before 10am tangle up with the things I want to do before 2025 so that sometimes I shoot myself in the foot and lose my mojo a bit.

        

I have been asking myself a calming question recently and it seems pertinent as school holidays draw to an end and scheduling comes into view again;

What if, just maybe, what if there will be time for everything?

  

52and39/15 Following Robert

I’m not into monarchy.  To me, the idea that one family’s worth is higher than another is an assault on the beautiful potentials of many.

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By accident, we’ve been following a Robert The Bruce trail recently.  In truth, you’d be hard pushed to go anywhere in Scotland where he hadn’t been.  Reading a little about him makes him pinball in my mind’s map, horseback ricocheting from one coast to another.

  


The Bruce’s story seems to have been one of family expectation, ego and opportunity. And of Scotland; ever divided, ever beautiful.

  

Anaesthetising

The beautiful images in this post are from a heart-warming collection called Domestic Series created by artist Leslie Graff.  The images I’ve used are featured with extremely kind permission from Leslie.  I’ve included info about where you can see more of Leslie’s stunning work beside the share buttons, at the end of this post.

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it’s a treat – image courtesy Leslie Graff

I love my camera. I love the photos I take, the moments captured that hold memories of things and feelings that might otherwise be forgotten.  I am an obsessive, unapologetic hoarder of photos.  I have thousands  – some ‘real’, most digital. I’ll never let them go. They are my time travel machine. They are evidence of smiles at times when my heart was heavy and records of scenes that we set and met along the way.

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the picture she took – image courtesy Leslie Graff

All that said, I’m a believer that some moments are killed by the urge to document them.  I’ve seen people distance themselves from other people and experiences by putting a camera between their participation and the action, like localised social and emotional anesthesia.  By giving themselves a job to do they don’t have to engage in the work of connecting.  As smartphones increasingly become hardwired into our behaviour, the balance may be tipping from the moments we’re capturing to the moments we don’t know we’re losing because we’re experiencing life mainly through the viewfinder.

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strawberry pie – image courtesy Leslie Graff

Some moments are not meant to be captured.  Some moments are just for the heart, for the time that they happen, like smoke from a blown out match.  Beauty and fascination can and should exist in a temporary state, too.  Sometimes it’s important to just be right there and to drink something in, deciding not to focus on the possibility that you’ll forget what you’ve seen and knowing that it’s OK if you do anyway.  Life’s tapestry is rich.  If we hold onto everything we deny space for surprises and spontaneity.  Sometimes it’s more important to hold someone’s gaze and give them and you a memory than it is to point and shoot.gallery series

I had a run in the Pentlands recently that was full of things I’d liked to have photographed.  A woodpecker checking out trees.  A distressed frog, crying out and being harassed by a crow.  An elderly lady, cheering me on and smiling loudly from her car, as if I were in the Olympics and she my coach. God, I loved her. An encounter with a young spaniel pup bursting with happiness at being allowed to say hello to my big, gentle Flat-Coat guy.  A cyclist wearing a Go-Pro on his helmet passed.  I realised I’d been documented smiling at him, saying hello, running with my dog, possibly uploaded on YouTube that night along with the rest of his ride, set to music and called a memory and an experience. Archived. Shared. Witnessed. Preserved. Uploaded to the cloud, as we all will be, some day.

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the sketchbook – image courtesy Leslie Graff

Later last week I walked through The Meadows and Marchmont with the dog.  Between the traffic and shouting from one builder to another I suddenly heard voices singing together, accompanied by simple piano music.  I didn’t know the song but it spilled over into the street, rising over the wall of the school yard, up to the highest tree branches and diffusing into the blue of the sky.

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what she read – image courtesy Leslie Graff

I stood and took my phone out, ready to capture the scene and the sounds.  I wanted to share the moment but could tell that all I’d record would be the traffic.  So I just stood and listened.  Children, safe in their school, hopefully safe in their childhoods, so close to the heart of the city, singing.  Them – not knowing if anyone was listening. Me – accepting that I couldn’t help anyone else to listen and wondering when that had become so important anyway.

Leslie Graff’s website is here.  There are 60 pieces in the Domestic Series collection. Together, they’re a wonderland of colour and a poignant exploration of home, family and feminine self.  Leslie’s work is also featured on Saatchi Art, here.  You can find Leslie on Instagram @lesliegraff and on Twitter @lesliegraffart.  If you value a great interview, I found this excellent one while researching Leslie’s work online.     

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52and39/5 Wild in the Aisles

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I’m walking, inspired by Cheryl of Wild movie fame.  In my version there’s vacuuming, friends, reading, writing, husband and kids.

So I go home for pit stops.

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I relate to resetting through walking, thinking and experiencing.  It’s cathartic, like I imagine shedding a skin feels – you, but new, too.

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It’s a very literal way of gaining perspective – zooming in and out of a setting.  Seeing the detail and the big picture.

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The light changed as the end of January lazily stretched out and beckoned February in.  I’m so glad.

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52and39/3 For The Taking

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I used to envy people who could see beauty in small things and small moments.

But now I get it.

You take your camera (or your stream of consciousness) and focus it on the thing you want to see, the moment you want to be temporarily lost in and you just capture that, clearly and entirely.

You delete, for a moment, the other stuff. The result is that the other stuff gets quieter. It’s meditation, or, a creative intervention; a wilful but peaceful choice about where to focus thoughts and energy.

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