Tuesday, January 31, 2006
i have not disappeared: i am merely invisible in the fluster of an undefined future.
i am hovering, though, transparent in the whiteness, and hoping - for inspiration, and, especially, for a swift sale, so that everyday life can resume its familiar homely stance.
Monday, January 23, 2006
in the exhilaration of the where-we-are-going, of the moving to, i somehow forgot the where-we-are, and the endless inconvenience of moving from.
buying one house means - in our case - selling another, and for a tense while, our main reality will be uncertainty, and strangers strolling our private spaces, and tedious tidying, and the realisation that we have - tsk! - accumulated far too much, over the past years, of far too many things.
Saturday, January 7, 2006
it wasn't so much the auction-site cosmic 35 that i coveted, but rather the three rolls of expired-38-years-ago film that were included, possibly as an afterthought, in the sale.
the first one, trusted lovingly to the ricoh - the best possible opportunities and all that - and dubiously processed, made me dance, foolish and jubilant, around the scanner.
as gayla said not long ago: film is magic.
but, just for curiosity's sake, where were you in 1968?
or, rather, were you at all?
Thursday, January 5, 2006
my apologies for the quality of this image (cold day, very cheap polaroid*)...but do you see that sign in the upstairs window?
it reads "te koop" or "for sale"; at least that's what it read this morning.
tomorrow it will read "sold".
we move in june.
and yes: it is that house.
*i don't suppose anyone has - or has come across - a nice polaroid 680 longing for a good home?