It was a freezing afternoon in early Spring.
The last of the day to grasp at warm, mellow afternoon sun's rays
were these glowing branches.
They would be in full bloom by now.
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Image and text copyright 2012 Sarah Lorien
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Sunday, September 9, 2012
Some Days
Some days make no reference to sunsets or birds.
Others do.
Some days are roads and traffic, or maybe trains.
Some days are appointments you made months ago.
Some days are so similar to other days you're not quite sure if you've slept.
Some days are inside all day without windows.
Some days you are standing directly under a huge, magnificent sky;
but forget to look up.
Some days make no reference to sunsets or birds.
Others do.
Image and text (c) Sarah Lorien.
Friday, August 10, 2012
Point Of View
Separate events, but same ballpark.
You could say,
"Oh yeah, another hibiscus"
Or you could try a different angle,
move your focus
or illuminate it with new light
and maybe change your point of view.
All images and text (c) Sarah Lorien 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Stars
You know it has been raining A LOT recently when that 40-second walk from the car to the front door takes ….. well, a lot longer. Even once you are inside the house 'they' are still hovering before your eyes.
STARS. Tonight there were stars in the sky.
No unbroken canopy of grey, no underside of a weary umbrella.
STARS.
If you've ever tried to capture stars with a phone camera, you'll know it's not particularly successful. So here is a photograph of some very pretty clouds. It's up to you to imagine it's night time, imagine the clouds dissolving completely into perfect still air, and let yourself be amazed by STARS.
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Monday, December 26, 2011
Bluebottles. Beware.
I believe there are landlubbers among you - those who prefer not to venture to the oceans
or the beaches that bind us to them. I don't understand you.
But as a common courtesy I offer this warning:
If you find yourselves, one day, at the water,
and are taken with curious luminous blue mush
that globs and stretches around these creatures...
Sometimes a single one can have tentacles metres long!
Almost invisible in the ocean waves!...
BEWARE. They really, really hurt.
It will be tempting, though. Their luminescence is bewitching. We have all known beauty
dangerous to touch, and we have known it all the way to the inevitable contact.
Someone passing by said I was crazy to lie on the sand to take these photographs -
next to the blue tentacles that waited, languid, along the shoreline for waves to deliver them excruciatingly around limbs and weave them murderously through tangled tresses.
Maybe. But that's what Bluebottles do,
like silent blue Sirens from the ocean depths they lure you closer and closer.
And closer.
All images and text (c) Sarah Lorien 2011
The Memory of Water
Infinitely elegant is the language of water -
revealing its memories, hopes and dreams with precision and melody.
Each tiny drop resonant with life. Every grain of sand placed perfectly.
These are the stories of this world.
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| The memory of water - voyagers. |
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| The memory of water - love. |
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| The memory of water - moon. |
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| The memory of water - music. |
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| The memory of water - is speaking. |
All images and text (c) Sarah Lorien 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
ELEPHANT EGGS
When a five year old lets you join in 'drawing a picture', sharing a few minutes of their delightful artistic logic and the resulting magic that appears on a sheet of A2 paper, chances are it will happily challenge the well-worn pathways your brain uses for every-day thinking.
Me: I know what that is, it's an elephant!
5-year-old: Yes.
Me: Wow, that's great! Look at the big ears!
5-year-old: (Restraining herself from rolling her eyes at my comment. Of course an elephant has big ears. Duh!) Yes.
The drawing continues until the elephant is complete, with two smaller ones (baby elephants?) on the left hand side of the page, and a few small circles around the elephant's feet. Suddenly, all pens are down and she's leaving the table.
5-year-old: It's finished.
Me: But look…. there's still space on the page. Can I have a go?
5-year-old: Um. OK.
5-year-old: (Waving her hand across the page and pausing to make an estimate…) There's about 60 of them.
Well, when you look at it like that it all makes perfect sense. Elephant eggs. I've since counted them and, including a few which look a bit squashed, there seem to be 49 of them not counting the babies, so 60 was a pretty good guess.
Yes, the imagination of a child is a wonderful thing.
In contrast to that, the elephant eggs reminded me of an item in a news broadcast a month or so before. It was on one of the major commercial networks, announced with the same news-girl smile and gusto regularly invoked for celebrity sightings and white goods sales.
The headline went like this: "And great news from the Western Plains Zoo in Dubbo, today - their 90-year-old tortoise has given birth!"
Given birth??? A tortoise???
I don't know about other parts of the world, but living in Australia, documentaries on turtles and turtle eggs are pretty common, and that would only be of some surprise to you if you managed to sleep through a few years of school. Primary school.
Does no-one in that news department remember? - The turtles lay their eggs in nests in the dunes of open beaches. The peril the little ones face once they hatch and scurry instinctively across the sand, towards the ocean. Predators abound! How we wish we could protect those cute little turtles that have just hatched so they make it to safety!!!! - Don't they watch David Attenborough???? Sadly, no.
Assuming that turtles have babies in much the same manner as cats have kittens, or that baby elephants come from eggs, really isn't that much of a stretch in the malleable and hungry mind of a 5-year-old child.
Let's just hope those children don't rely on the news to teach them about it.
Sarah
Me: But look…. there's still space on the page. Can I have a go?
5-year-old: Um. OK.
I picked up the green felt pen and drew the leaves in the top left hand corner. Apparently this was not the direction she had in mind and I was politely relieved of contribution duties. She was back in the driver's seat, and the beautiful rainbow took form - making the elephant's smile all the more radiant - and quite a few more circles were added.
Me: (Pointing at the circles) What are they?
5-year-old: (Very matter-of-factly) They're elephant eggs, of course!
Me: Elephant eggs?
5-year-old: Yes, look - two have them have hatched already.
They were, indeed, baby elephants. Newly hatched, with a bunch of siblings on the way.
Me: (Pointing at the circles) What are they?
5-year-old: (Very matter-of-factly) They're elephant eggs, of course!
Me: Elephant eggs?
5-year-old: Yes, look - two have them have hatched already.
They were, indeed, baby elephants. Newly hatched, with a bunch of siblings on the way.
5-year-old: (Waving her hand across the page and pausing to make an estimate…) There's about 60 of them.
Well, when you look at it like that it all makes perfect sense. Elephant eggs. I've since counted them and, including a few which look a bit squashed, there seem to be 49 of them not counting the babies, so 60 was a pretty good guess.
Yes, the imagination of a child is a wonderful thing.
In contrast to that, the elephant eggs reminded me of an item in a news broadcast a month or so before. It was on one of the major commercial networks, announced with the same news-girl smile and gusto regularly invoked for celebrity sightings and white goods sales.
The headline went like this: "And great news from the Western Plains Zoo in Dubbo, today - their 90-year-old tortoise has given birth!"
Given birth??? A tortoise???
I don't know about other parts of the world, but living in Australia, documentaries on turtles and turtle eggs are pretty common, and that would only be of some surprise to you if you managed to sleep through a few years of school. Primary school.
Does no-one in that news department remember? - The turtles lay their eggs in nests in the dunes of open beaches. The peril the little ones face once they hatch and scurry instinctively across the sand, towards the ocean. Predators abound! How we wish we could protect those cute little turtles that have just hatched so they make it to safety!!!! - Don't they watch David Attenborough???? Sadly, no.
Assuming that turtles have babies in much the same manner as cats have kittens, or that baby elephants come from eggs, really isn't that much of a stretch in the malleable and hungry mind of a 5-year-old child.
Let's just hope those children don't rely on the news to teach them about it.
Sarah
And this is a YouTube clip I just found. You don't actually see them emerging from the eggs, but there are no daddy turtles handing out cigars either. Normally baby turtles hatch at night, but these ones were making their hazardous trek to the water (where more treachery awaits!) in the midday sun, which makes for very clear and uber-cute footage. Enjoy!
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