I am a creature of habit. If left unchecked, I will drive by familiar roads, walk by the same paths, cook tried & tested family favourites. Yet, because someone wise told me long ago that I should break routine at least once a day for the purposes of stimulating creativity, I try to shake it up a little when I can. Continue reading “fruit of a different route”
“Darling, when you run tomorrow morning, see if you can find this?” came this request as he pushed his computer in front of my nose. Peering at his photograph of what looked like a sweet bun nestled among leaves, I looked enquiringly at him as Loving Husband explained that he chanced upon this curiosity, stark against the dark of foliage, made even more interesting in the twilight hour of his run in the Singapore Botanic Gardens. “I want to know what it looks like now” he explained. Continue reading “little surprising treasures”
Stone, steel, silks, stains, syllables.
If asked, most of us would classify these are non-living. Yet, the artists in us are able to create movement, bring to life creations with these and other media. Continue reading “Moving Art”
One of the greatest joys of running in London is the frequent encounters with sculptures in the parks & streets. This one is Kensington Gardens has always been one of my favourites, for the story it represents & the the numerous squirrels, fairies and rabbits that surround our hero. Continue reading “Finding Treasure: Five Minutes with Peter Pan”
One sleep on the plane this past Friday and suddenly, Lovely Daughters and I miraculously find ourselves transported from rainy, humid & hot Singapore to rainy, grey & cold London! Grey & Cold are by no means a criticism – this is the way we like our weather! Continue reading “Finding Treasure: Five Minutes with a Greenhouse”
As I ran down Orchard Road this morning, I mulled over Debbie’s OneWordSunday prompt, Rules. I have, at the behest of Older Daughter who is my consultant in all things poetic, started reading & working through Stephen Fry’s The Ode Less Travelled: Unlocking the Poet Within. Reacquainting myself with metre & rhyme will hopefully give me more control; if I want to play outside the box, it would be good to first get to know the box. Continue reading “Refashioning Rules”
On my run this morning, I stopped to watch a stunning little Crimson Sunbird flitting from flower to flower. A little later on, I was entertained by a noisy pair of White-breasted Waterhen rushing back & forth, finally stopping in the middle of the path to have a chat. I was too slow in both cases to capture any of them on camera. Continue reading “Slowing it Down: 5 minutes with a Snail”
Found myself along the Bukit Timah Hill portion of The Green Corridor this morning. I have run past these railway track remnants many times before, but looking at them from a different angle gave me pause for a smile. Thank you, Debbie, for hosting this One Word Sunday Challenge. Continue reading “5 Minutes with a Railway Remnant”
It has been an educational 5 days:
- 5 days, 5 poems released into the Wild
- I’ve tried a Somonka & a Ghazal, both of which I’ve only become acquainted with this week.
- every day is a challenge not to faint from intimidation, being amongst much younger, hugely intellectual and as far as I can surmise, extremely talented poets
- going back to the basics & asking the question: Why do we write Poetry? (Thoughts, anyone?)
Younger Daughter wanted paint & breakfast in the Gardens. So, I entertained myself while she did her thing. I was sitting there, minding my own business, at the edge of Swan Lake, when this little guy started towards me. For a caterpillar, he moved alarmingly fast! Since I had this flower at my disposal, I put it in front of him, hoping to slow him down so I could get a shot in. He decided that the petal of the flower made a good breakfast, so I had a little time with him. Apparently, he is a Tussock Moth Caterpillar, with his tufts of fuzzy hair which makes him so adorable! Continue reading “Scale: Lesson 3 Experiment with Size”