Friday 18 May, 2007

The Lighthouse Effect


I love lighthouses. I love how they stand out from everything around, and how at night they are visible from miles away.
I looked up some lighthouse symbolism, and most of what I pulled said lighthouses symbolise safety. Well, that's kind of obvious isn't it? I thought I'd find something more subtle and mysterious. Somehow when I look at a lighthouse or a picture of one, it conveys not only strength and reassurance, but also a sense of loneliness, and at a more subtle level, the unmistakeability of loneliness.
Well, I have a remedy for that....
Lighthouse lovers of the world, unite.

Thursday 17 May, 2007

Wings at Rest

So it all came to pass. The blue fairy put away her wings, never to be taken out except to be admired.
Life carried on as usual. Night followed day; shadows became longer.

The blue fairy watched from her window.

Monday 7 May, 2007

Help


Just moved house and I need a sofa. Someone find me the one in the picture please.

Also the lamp, and the coffee table and the French windows and view outside.

:-)

Thursday 3 May, 2007

A long, long time ago


Remember Aesop? He's the old guy who had a story about everything. Quite a self-righteous fellow, if you ask me. Well, I was reminded of him today cos someone very close tried to tell me something using allegory. OK you're thinking fable, allegory, not the same thing...I know, but that's not the point. Stop digressing.

So this person used a story about some old school friend feeling some old feeling about some old incident that seemed terribly close to what's going on in my life, and I'm thinking hey wait a minute! Are you trying to tell me something? Apparently so, though the body in question wouldn't admit to it. So why the story, I muse. Would I not have been receptive if it had come more directly? Would I have become the problem-solving adult and tried to "fix" something that wasn't really broken? I'm not sure. But the important thing is that I understood what was being conveyed in the guise of an anecdote, and the story-teller was satisfied with my responses.

No prizes for guessing what kind of stories my protagonist grew up on.