safe harbour

I finally finished unpacking my bags for the house that used to be home, it took me 3 days ( tap, tap..is this thing on ?) yes 3 whole days !

 home as in harbour.

the truth is that now home is everyhwere according to the winds, sudden opportunities and my state of mind, that's why I like leaving this town so often

     funny word, home.

they say home is where the heart is. all I can visualize thinking of a future home is that I want lavender there, and I want it to have silver birchs.

oh, and some lillies too !

DIY : Things to do with pretty photos !

Like many of you I love taking photos, I often run around with my camera because its lens are my way to see things from other perspective. It does, however, sadden me that no one prints and puts photos in display. I mean, photos are images of our memories, no ? But there's a unique relationship with reality, a relationship which has little to do with 'truth', visual or otherwise, but everything to do with the emotional charge generated by the photograph's operation as a memory trace. Moreover,  blogging and digital photography have changed the way we approach photography. It's so instantly gratifying that I often go three, four, five years without printing any photos at all. I have fewer and few photo albums in my home, so I decided to put to use some of them and did this :

Basically I used an embroidery hoop or another circle structure and some masking tape, layered the photos from behind and tape each photo to the hoop, left a small space on one part of the hoop to attach the hanging piece to. 

via a beautiful mess

Revolutionnaire

I'm a bit sick of hearing people call us the conformity generation. The truth is, every generation needs a new revolution, and I'm quoting Thomas Jefferson here. But no one is ever able to tell us how to fight, are we to be labelled conformists because we choose not to fight in a violent way ? 

The new rebbelion is not hatred or destruction

The world around us is filled in these things already,

to fight the fire with a match

is only a step forward to get burned.

We will refuse to be like them.

Rebellion is defiance,

in the way they cannot anticipate. We are expected to divide. 

We are expected to compete.

We are expected to accept the rules that benefit us

and ignore those they hurt.

But we will not.

Beyond cities, beyond countries-

 this is a shift in thought. We are already breathing it, living it.

Fighting quietly against those who try to say

one human is better than another.

There must be a new beggining.

It is our time, it is our revolution.