Tomorrow at noon

The primary colors jumped into the photos: red, yellow and blue. Loosely linked to the color scheme lessons I've been taking lately.

Vac starting tomorrow at noon, heading South.

(Edit: After I actually had a date with the sun in Spain, these pics are quite close to explosing my head with their irritating brightness. But it seems I needed it earlier on..)

Cows, dinosaurs and other details

This week has lasted forever and yet it's only Tuesday. Today there was a moment that drained all my imagination out of me and I had hard time breathing. I climbed on top of a book shelf to sit and then migrated behind all the desks and eventually left the building. My imagination came back to me after a cup of tea.

The book I was reading fitted the music I was listening and the combo of the two became otherwordly in the light of my desk lamp. A friend asked my new address today. Just yesterday I wrote her a postcard -including the address. I told her, both the address and about the card. 'Great minds think alike' she said. I suggested we're in tune whit each other. She concluded it's all pretty neat. I'm sending the postcard tomorrow I think, hoping to find exciting stamps. (Once there was 3D dinosaur stamps in Cape Town, I got so excited, the lady at the post office even gave those red-and-blue glasses to see them move. I wonder if anyone at the receiving end ever realized the speciality of those stamps.)

There is also a little parcel I should send but I'm still missing parts of it's content (not my fault, stockist's). A parcel in wich I won't be allowed to draw and scribble hearts and unicorns and butterflies and things, I was told so, such a disappointment isn't it -who would not wan't to receive a parcel with unicorns and all? It makes it even harder to resist when you're told not to add any spice to the package.

It's nearly time for the winter break.

P.S. If I'm ever born as a cow, please let me be a happy cow enjoying the outdoors throughout winters too.

They say

They say I should decide what I want to be when I grow up. Just wondering, should I capture it, cut it or start digging for it?

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Ne sanovat että minun pitäisi päättää mitä tahdon tehdä isona. Pohdin vain voisiko sen pyydystää, leikata vai pitäisikö aloittaa kaivaminen?

Life's pleasant

Yoga for breakfast, yoga for dinner, photography in between. Life's pleasant.

The sun tickles my imagination

Rakasta itseäsi

Sanoin jo, että talvi on liian pitkä. Mutta aurinkoisena päivänä se tuntuu juuri sopivalta.

Hyvää viikonloppua ja rakasta itseäsi.

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It already slipped out of my mouth: the winter is too long. On a sunny day it feels perfect though.

Wishing you a great weekend. Love yourself.

Looking for.. a well deserved rest!

I once knew a girl

who would just stand there and stare.

At anyone or anything,

she seemed not to care.

She'd stare at the ground,

She'd stare at the sky.

She'd stare at you for hours,


and you'd never know why.

But after winning the local staring contest,
 

she finally gave her eyes

a well deserved rest.

(Staring girl from Tim Burton's The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories, online version available here.)

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I had an appointment for the optician on Saturday and after complaining sore eyes and aches it turns out my glasses have become too strong for me! I wasn't promised a future without glasses but my eyes should get happier once the new pair of eyes -no, glasses!- arrive; so, nothing as radical as for the staring girl but nevertheless I'm hoping it to feel as a well deserved rest.

Burton's book ended up to fill my yet oh-so-heavy hand luggage on my way back home from ZA in the beginning of December. I just couldn't resist when I was let loose at the stunning Kalk Bay Books: I was staying over at a friend's house right next door to it and the book store sort of jumped on my way every time I left her house to hit the beach, browse the boutiques or meet with a friend. Good times. I red this book aloud in bed at nights and we giggled at the wicked and some what disturbing sense of humour Mr. Burton has.

(Edit: Oh no the images turned out blurry and seem to require a white background -I'll see what I can do once I find both time and energy. Well that's a lie, I propably wont fix it anyway. So my apologies, especially to Mr. Burton for messing up his illustrations. Check out the link for better ones :-) Cheers, Martta)