Apparently today is both Goth Day and a perigee moon. To celebrate, I am sharing a photo from a recent walk with Paul through a cemetery. Sunday, 23 June 2013
Goth Day 2013 and Perigee Moon . . .
Apparently today is both Goth Day and a perigee moon. To celebrate, I am sharing a photo from a recent walk with Paul through a cemetery. Friday, 21 June 2013
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Glastonbury Camping Practice!
This is our beautiful, 'new to us' tent:
We weren't sure we'd manage it at first--lots of bits and pieces from two separate tents--meant to create one tent (two viable options but only one or the other at a time)--and only a photo to help us figure out what parts might work with what! But we slept very comfortably last night camping in the backyard. It rained part of the night without any leaks in our 'new to us' tent! Today, exterior shell is drying nicely! Now all we need is a ton of luck in finding a hospitable place to pitch it at Glastonbury.
We weren't sure we'd manage it at first--lots of bits and pieces from two separate tents--meant to create one tent (two viable options but only one or the other at a time)--and only a photo to help us figure out what parts might work with what! But we slept very comfortably last night camping in the backyard. It rained part of the night without any leaks in our 'new to us' tent! Today, exterior shell is drying nicely! Now all we need is a ton of luck in finding a hospitable place to pitch it at Glastonbury.
Wednesday, 29 May 2013
Tuesday, 28 May 2013
Sunday, 26 May 2013
Friday, 24 May 2013
Flight to the Americas.
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I thought about calling this ‘The Long
Good(?) Friday’ because flying with the sun as it journeys West extends the day; Paul and I left the UK on Friday and arrived in the USA on Friday,
having been awake 25 hours by the time we were settled into our hotel
room. Not that it should have been that
long—our flight was delayed five hours while Heathrow rescheduled around a
hijacking from Switzerland and a separate incident of a plane that had its
engines catch fire shortly after takeoff. Five hours was ample time for me to
revisit in my own mind the concept of airports as exhibitions to captive
audiences--places of waiting and transition and liminal spaces between places. (Please note the above photo is not one of mine--it is from the Vancouver Observer.)
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