I am infinitely distractable. While searching for an art reference I came across this photo taken out of a hotel room in Melbourne a few years ago. Needless-to-say the sculptural quality of this roof, together with the extraordinary morning light completely captivated me. The circle is the reflection of the lense in the window.
Col almost accidently picked up this 2.4 metre (nearly 8ft) python minding its business under a veranda. I had said I’d need to be careful about removing the plastic sheet where I have temporarily stored some hay and lucerne from the rain, as it would be an ideal place for snakes.
After some consideration the snake decided to make its way slowly around the edge of the house. I decided to close the roller door and postpone my painting for a while. Col opened the side gate to save it from slithering up it.
Through the gate and up the fence to the seclusion of a tree next door. We did let the neighbours know they had a visitor.
The familiar smell of the ocean, different at a city wharf it’s true, not like the expansive surf rolling on to the sandy beaches where I live, but beckoning me all the same. After all the time in the desert, it feels like I have come home.
Home is only a train, a bus and a plane away. What a wonderful adventure I’ve had. Now I can hardly wait to see how all these experiences meld and influence my creative endeavours. I feel full of energy and ideas.
For two special people
The Day of the Dead is a holiday in Mexico that is a celebration remembering friends and family who have died. It’s a tradition alive and well in Old Town San Diego.
Its cleverly cantilevered forms moved effortlessly, as if by magic, creating shapes that, from where I sat, looked two dimensional then three dimensional.
I became entranced watching this graceful sculpture slowly change its form as I sipped my latte on the terrace of Koffi on Tahquitz Canyon Road, Palm Springs.
I crossed the road to find out who sculpted the piece but alas could find no name.
Benson, Arizona population 4,873.
The first hint of the air pollution to come in California. Our hotel was located conveniently close to the highway – no extra charge for the container truck fumes.
I tried not to smile when Col asked for a quiet room. “I’ve got you on the highway side” said the cheery lady at reception. It’s quieter than the railroad side. The freight trains run every twenty minutes all night long.
Imagine having to write this as your postal address every time you had to fill in a form. Perhaps you could opt for an acronym TorC if the lines weren’t long enough.
In 1949 a live broadcast of a popular radio game show “Truth or Consequences” heralded the town’s name change. It was at the end of the show’s radio days (1941-1949). Truth or consequences went on to be a successful TV show that ran from 1950-1965.
I do not know whether or not the name change boosted the town’s fortune. It’s still a pleasant old style little town that draws tourists for the thing it’s original moniker describes – Hot Springs.
Call in at aptly named Passion Pie Cafe. The generous hearted proprietor has a passion for baking using fresh whole food ingredients. We indulged in delicious buttermilk fruit muffins, and had a complimentary taste of an almond and honey pastry made that melted in the mouth.