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corner view ≈ {...}

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in the last vendela vida i read, there is a phrase that captured my attention, in view of this week's cv.
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'koray looked at the sky as yvonne followed his gaze. three clouds formed a row of dots like some ellipsis.'
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in the context, i'm sure, it had its proper meaning, but in general too, we all know what is meant by {...}
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(photo taken by anestis karas).

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in my mind's eye though, i saw these three clouds hanging, and thought i'd rustle up an image for the occasion. a little more daunting than i'd imagined. while the clouds picture bank is profusely filled with silly ones, there prooved to be few three dotted ones.
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(photo taken by pablo minto)

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on the subject of clouds though. {now you got me talking...}
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are you familar with the amanda filipacchi novel VAPOR?
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in it, the protagonist carries a cloud in her handbag, and the excellent thing about it is, it all reads so plausibly!
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how 'bout that for ...
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jane's corner view, hosted by francesca.

(leaf from a vintage reference book on the weather, now torn up. the book.)

drawing | monogram

there's no place like wallony to hunt down derelict délice, especially when the sun comes out. and whether it was that sun, starring all morning way into the afternoon, or house upon wall upon car upon pilot that crossed my view, as i was loitering the dilapidated streets and alleys: today was a good day for visual expression.

after a winter stop of shooting outside photographs, i find my eye drawn to different subjects than usual, to changing moods and shifting angles. as if the space around me is looking for a new way in, straight into my lens. thoroughly enjoyable.

naturally, i had the drawing challenge on my mind. i even took my book and felt tips, with the intention to draw outside, in the monk's gardens e.g. (which was closed), or in a rundown café on the high street (which was closed ~ for refurbishing ~ figures ☻).

i headed back home. a monogram is such an interesting subject. many hours in my life i have spent monogram and type watching, as does a bird watcher in nature. i go quiet whilest eyeing swirls, curves and graphics to ornamental words or names. when images intertwine with type, i am in heaven!

it is comforting that so many out there feel the same. that's why i let my hand travel the paper, in order to get my own initials straight. or lobsided more like. overworked even. i keep telling myself: perfection so is not key.
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patrice collects monograms this weekend.
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and traveler...
walk with me.

keep on the {sunshine award} side

all it needed was a ray of sunshine or two, very much in this fashion.
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since i simply do not know who to lift out of the crowd in turn, ALL of you, dear readers, obtain a sunshine award today!
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look for the CAPITAL words in below tiny story. you'll find these to be answers to said award. if you're hungry for the original questions do visit patrice {thank you!}.
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ps - images do not correspond.
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pps - if you scroll further down, and set off the music already, there will be a sunny accompaniment to your reading. if you can keep your eyes off georges, tim and john....

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i got outside pretty early, slipped on my boots and an old BLUE sweater and headed for the shed, where i undoubtedly and unwillingly would bump into a {least favourite} ANIMAL of the eight legged arachnid variety.

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the two COFFEES i had for breakfast carried a bitter aftertaste for some radio reporter's survey on negative effects of caffeine on the body.

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as i was ploughing along, i heard early birds tweeting (which is as close as i get to TWITTERing).
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when crocheting i find i count to FOUR quite meditatively so, but here now i was rather counting the hours, towards ending these darn winter chores.

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perhaps with beloved SATURDAY on my mind, the day drew to a rapid close, as i was considering possible new PASSION for greens and the great outdoors.

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i hoped i was doing myself a favour in considering GIVING away half of my shed gear, for too many tools were cluttering the wooden floor.

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brooming the concrete steps into the garden, blurry sunshiny PATTERNS caught my eye, next the two big planter pots, housing fifteen rembrandt TULIPS each.
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yes!
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to be continued.

corner view ≈ market {& maths}

http://www.growitalian.com/broccoli-romanesco/

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market has the effect of fractals on me.

let me tell you why.

bicocacolors has cauliflowers of the romanescu kind on her blog at the moment. if there's one thing {one of many} which fascinates me no end, it is ungraspable mathematics, as in... fractals.

i fell in love with fibonacci's numbers in geneva, a long, long time ago.

{geneva in itself being a place of mystery, because of cern}

where does mathematical fascination kick in, i wonder.

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that's what romanescu, and in a broader sense, market does to me. because when i'm market shopping and romanescu pops up, i just have to get me some.

PURE eye candy.

and maths.

... ungraspable.

this week's theme market,

on jane's corner view,

hosted by francesca.

drawing | butterfly

our mixed feelings on quotes being what they are, here are a few poetry lines i like to hear {and so well in tune for today's meeting up of the drawing circle}. i admit it is a.o. the honed voice of actor ben whishaw which rings to mine ear,

“i almost wish we were butterflies

and liv'd but three summer days -

three such days with you

I could fill with more delight

than fifty common years

could ever contain.”

even songs aren't spared the flutterby sentiment... flap-flap-flap over to : patrice, ariane, renilde, rosemary, jasmin, demie, victoria, leena, stephanie, tatjana, hagar, nina, julia, tania, lise, rachel, greta, ... and thank you SO much for playing.