Ghost signs


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When you’re in a city, pay attention to the outside walls of the older buildings because you might be lucky to catch sight of a ghost sign. Before the billboards, before the neon signs, and before the videos, if you wanted to advertise your business you had someone paint it on the side of a wall.  Often, not long after you had your advertisement painted, someone else came by and painted over your ad with someone else’s.

I adore these signs because even with the most basic and plain of these advertisements there’s some skill involved, something that seems to be missing in our current society.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m a big fan of technology, but I also love the artistry of a hand written word. Perhaps, like these ghost signs I have a foot each in both worlds.

Magic, and where to find it


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Hello again, it’s been awhile since I last posted, about eight months I think, and there’s been many reasons why I’ve fallen off the blog wagon.

2016 has been a fairly horrible year, an old friend of mine, (we’ve been friends for about 30 something years), passed away in May, then there was the passing of my most favourite artists, and over the year I’ve been dealing with a feeling of being lost, of just “going through the motions.”  I’ve been so uninspired, and tired, and then just last week  I was laid off from work, (did get a package so no hurry to find work just yet…hey, I just found a silver lining!).

And on a trivial note, my laptop finally gave up after seven long, and abusive years, (ok the glass of wine that my cat knocked onto it was what that finally did it…and yes, I know it was all my fault, and what a cliche!).

So now, I’ve got a new MacBook, a lot of free time, and I’ve got to look at this now as a new start.  New starts are never easy, so I feel I’m being a bit lazy with this post, but in my defence I’ve been re-watching the Harry Potter films today and these photo’s are what came to mind first when I thought about the prompt.

The figures under the water are of course not Inferi, they are in fact sculptures that do lie under the water, by a bridge in in Copenhagen.  They are ‘Agnete and the Mermen,’ and they are in one of the many fairy tales found in Danish folklore. As for the luggage trolly half embedded in the wall?  What rock have you been hiding under for the past, nearly twenty years?





Photo Challenge: In Harmony with the Stars


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Last November, for a few days, I rented a house just outside of the town of Tekapo, New Zealand, it was in a new build area, and from what I could tell I was the only one there.

Travelling on my own is nothing new to me, I often travel solo, but this was something a bit different as I’m usually somewhere with people near by, next door, next room, etc.

I could have spent my nights locked inside, but that night in particular I couldn’t settle until I went out.

I spent most of that first night outside, (with a bottle of wine), sitting in the dark, watching the night sky, (along with the occasional shooting stars), in near silence, (there was some rustling from near by nocturnal creatures).

And of course I took a few photos.

Tekapo under the stars

Tekapo under the stars

Photo Challenge: Birds of a Vibrant Feather


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Photo Challenge: Weight(less) City


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Christchurch, New Zealand, nearly five years after a massive earthquake that brought down many buildings, (already damaged by an even greater earthquake just six months prior), in the city centre.  Many buildings had to be demolished but there are some still standing, if only just half way.

Not sure how the mini remained on the wall though.


Photo Challenge: Circle


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It’s been just over a month since I was last in Hobbiton, but it feels much longer, and I miss this place.

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It may sound a bit daft, talking about this place as if it’s an actual place, and there are Hobbits, but if you been there you’ll know just what a remarkable job they’ve done here. It really feels like you’ve stepped into another world and that any moment one of those doors will open, (and some actually do, and some you can go into), and a Hobbit will walk out and wonder what we’re doing there.

While the group I was with were standing outside No. 3 Bagshot Row, the door to the Hobbit hole next to it suddenly opened from the inside, the entire group fell silent, and waited, (even our guide, despite having lead hundreds of these tours), and watched to see who was about to walk out.  There was a bit of a sad sigh as one of the groundskeepers/gardeners, just a human, appeared, and looked back at us all in confusion.  No doubt he was wondering why all these people where staring at him with a look of disappointment.

Its a fantastic place, and if you’re lucky to visit the beautiful country of New Zealand,  you should make a stop in Hobbiton, but you may not want to leave.

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