There was no time to watch the clouds roll by today. And no time to listen to the wind blow in the trees which is something I like to take a few seconds of every day to do. So where does the time go? I really would like to know. Perhaps time is gathered in the clouds above. And when it rains, if we stand outside and try to catch as many drops as we can, we get our time back. Wouldn’t that be sweet.

…is streaming through the kitchen windows, casting a creamy, golden light across the ceiling, and dark shadows throughout the interior. Dark shadows that hide the mess and mayhem that is my home at the moment. I had a lovely restful weekend which was almost entirely computer-free. It was a little bit wonderful.

And here are all the houseboat polaroids together. I hope you’ve enjoyed my polaroid week! And I know, I was going to tell you my polaroid story, but for some reason, I don’t feel like telling a story so much with words this week, just with images. Also, as my facebook buddies have known, I’ve been awfully sick the last few days with yet another flu. I have a looming deadline and this flu is the last thing I need to impede my progress. But these things happen for a reason no doubt,  it made me take forced rest. I hope I’ll be better by next week as I’m going to try my hardest to rest the next two days as best I can.

Have a lovely lovely weekend mes chers amis, thanks for stopping by and leaving so many wonderful comments. See you Monday, hopefully as healthy and full of energy as ever.

xx

This is possibly my favourite polaroid from the series. The window was open which lets in the sparkly light I speak of so often, and you can see it’s shimmering presence on the fabric drop, on the right. I’d love to animate this polaroid, and make the light dance like it does in the boat.

…it soothes, it inspires, it speaks the feelings inside me that have no words. This is a something I have never taken for granted, and when I hear myself play I sometimes wonder where the music comes from, and how do I play? Sometimes I have no idea how my fingers seem to find the right notes at the right time. Music is pure magic, non?