Sam Lee performing Phoenix Island
Saturday, 21 February 2015
there's loads more on the internet: google www.samleesong.co.uk and enter his musical world
|images from their live performance in RASA Utrecht, taken with my phone; there is a lot I could say about his music, but I suggest you listen and then decide whether you too love him as we do! we even have a signed CD|
Sunday, 15 February 2015
Today the weather is almost too fine
Lulling us into the belief Spring has actually arrived.
Add to this the noisy dawn chorus of bird gossip this past week: chirrrrrup! tweet-tweet…..ahahahah ooooooee, drrrr , drrrrr, rrrrrrrrookoo, rrrrrrrrookoo and we are virtually convinced
a rough transcript of the conversation I overheard this morning:
“I rediscovered last year’s nesting place, only to find squatters had beat me to it; can you believe that?
Ye-e-eess; I kindly requested they vacate the premises and do you know how they responded?
In a not so very polite manner they shooooooed me off! told me to get the f* out of their squat and mind my own business. Can you believe that?
Ye-e-eess. So, how about your selves, have you managed to find a nesting spot?
Indeed we have! Do you know the blue shed, the one she refers to as ‘her studio’ ?
Well there are several wooden boxes screwed onto the north-facing wall, we found an empty one and moved in straight away!
No-o-oooo, good for you!
Ye-e-eess, we feel most fortunate”
And so on, and so forth
Sunday, 8 February 2015
collage in book shop,
several cards still on studio table (are now in the store, sold first one yesterday!)
Django on our morning walk
book shop open every second Sunday of the month for the 'culturele route' in town with a couple of familiar cloth pieces dangling from the ceiling
Thursday, 5 February 2015
it's been a while as I've been busy, not only in office & book shop, both boys have school related presentations requiring our enthusiastic presence and last Sunday was film-packed at the IFFR*, the sewing I managed to squeeze in has been meditative, meticulous and slow, so not a lot to show here; however I have attempted to take pics of the progress of this particular cloth, funny how the growth seems to run in sync with the season's tentative steps towards the promise of warmth and light
another promise: the anthropology of turquoise by Ellen Meloy, first encountered over at Grace's
* International Film Festival Rotterdam