Polaroids from Europe

Sacre Coeur, Paris

Chamonix, France

Lectoure, France

Copenhagen, Denmark

Silkeborg, Denmark

...this time last year

what was only the beginning of an adventure

a 3 month daydream...

Abu Dhabi

Heathrow

Reading

Wiltshire

Pewsey

Rushall

London

Highgate

Yorkshire

Halifax

Leeds

Bradford

Haworth

Lake District

Peak District

York

Hartlepool

Manchester

Edinburgh

Leicester

Warwick

Market Bosworth

Stratford-upon-Avon

Highgate

London

Heathrow

Silkeborg

Aarhus

Copenhagen

Munich

Toulouse

Lectoure

Barcelona

Lyon

Chamonix

Annecy

Paris

Abu Dhabi

...And back home

now one home of many...

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Pictures:

1 and 2. Blue skies in Barcelona

3. View from our apartment near the Luxembourg Gardens Paris

4. View of Paris from Sacre Coeur

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling,

traveling, traveling, traveling

Looking for something, what can it be?

Oh I hate you some, I hate you some

I love you some

Oh I love you when I forget about me

I want to be strong I want to laugh along
I want to belong to the living
Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive
I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive
Do you want - do you want - do you want
To dance with me baby
Do you want to take a chance
On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby
Well, come on

All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you too
All I really really want our love to do
Is to bring out the best in me and in you
I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you
I want to renew you again and again
Applause, applause - life is our cause
When I think of your kisses
My mind see-saws
Do you see - do you see - do you see
How you hurt me baby
So I hurt you too
Then we both get so blue

I am on a lonely road and I am traveling
Looking for the key to set me free
Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling
It's the unraveling
And it undoes all the joy that could be
I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun
I want to be the one that you want to see
I want to knit you a sweater
Want to write you a love letter
I want to make you feel better
I want to make you feel free
Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,
Want to make you feel free
I want to make you feel free

From the beloved Joni

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http://www.last.fm/music/Joni%20Mitchell/%20images/10370261

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Rest

Sleep

Dream

Fall

Awake

Dream

.

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http://wasting.tumblr.com/page/16 (top)

Going home means...

- Family -

- Old forever friends.. the kind that

you know will always be a part of your life -

- Mum and dad's cooking -

- Retold family jokes and stories -

- The tree swing.. one of my favourite places in the world -

- Walks through the countryside -

-The haunted house -

- Bike riding -

- Early morning beach visits -

- Reading all night long -

- Discovering new places -

- Night walks -

- Dad's beautiful garden (as pictured) -

To feel today

what one felt

yesterday

isn't to feel-

it's to remember

what was felt yesterday,

to be today's living corpse

of what yesterday was

lived and lost.

Fernando Pessoa

No, the other was also the lighthouse. For nothing was simply one thing. The other was the lighthouse too. It was sometimes hardly to be seen across the bay. In the evening one looked up and saw the eye opening and shutting and the light seemed to reach them in that airy sunny garden where they sat.

“For nothing was simply one thing” you repeat out loud in the form of a whisper. “For nothing was simply one thing.” Your mind transports you back to your reading. The line is insignificant, mere passing comment. You read the next line...

But he pulled himself up. Whenever he said ‘they’ or ‘a person’...

You can’t ignore it. It makes sure of this as it magnifies itself, squeezes itself out of its intended position, tipping the surrounding words off the page. It now dances before your eyes. The ink pixelated, too blurred for you to make anything out of it, but still in its complete form. Drawing itself ever closer, ever tightening around your eyes, your vision consists of nothing accept for the statement. It wants to be noticed. But no, it can’t be.

“For nothing was simply one thing.”

It now makes itself bold, automatically changing, reinforcing your perception of it. It makes itself known to you. To you! But did the other readers notice it? Were they enraptured by its magnificence as it shed light into another world if only for a passing instant? You fix your gaze upon the words once more. It is still there. So close you could touch it, cradle it in your hands. Floating matter like never-ending dust particles floating in the light of a cinema projector. You direct your focus back to the page. The dusty, tea stained paper with its paragraphs and words now realigned, as though the statement never existed. Not that it had to, but it did.

James is still there, so is the lighthouse. They have realigned themselves to fit on the page. The sentence on the following page now shifted to the bottom of the previous: Words scuffled here and there now at peace, ease.

...ever might be in the room. It was his father now. The strain became acute.

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http://herlibraryadventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/lovely-things-list.html

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