Vibrant Versus Vintage

I rather belatedly want to share my summer holiday photography! I selected my favourite photos centered around flowers and insects, and decided to experiment a little with the editing. Some already had vibrant colours, so I wanted to see how far I could push the saturation before the subjects looked like infrared radiation scans. With others, I wanted to see if I could transform them by sliding the saturation to the other end of the scale, to give them an almost vintage feel. So here you will notice a mixture of rich reds and ruddy reds, smiling yellows and sandy yellows… I feel satisfied that I have discovered some new editing techniques, and I think that I am somehow improving upon my attention to detail. Enjoy xxx

Note: please click on photos to view them in a larger format. Trust me, the quality will be much better if you do!


The Second Plague

I happened to come across a pond full of sunbathing frogs (quite fitting as I have been celebrating Passover), and I knew I couldn’t miss the opportunity to take photos of them. I was determined to get as close as possible without them springing into the water out of fear. So I became the Stealthy Amphibian Paparazzi for a few minutes: lying on a bridge and sticking my arm out of the fencing (praying I wouldn’t drop my camera), crouching in the soil with ants crawling into my espadrilles, sneaking through the bushes whilst swatting away hormonal wasps… All that effort for a couple of snaps*, but I just think it’s the coolest thing to see interesting creatures up close and personal.

*Please click on the photos to view them on a larger scale so that you can see the detail on their skin!


Flora Into Focus

Another nature-inspired photography expedition! I’ve been exploring more of my camera’s settings recently, and in this collection of photos, you’ll notice that I’ve tried to capture (parts of) plants in the foreground, while the backgrounds remain abstract and out of focus. I wanted to highlight the subjects by making them sharper, to stand out from the general foliage. I’m no expert in composition, but I’m satisfied that these comply with the criteria I’d set out to investigate on my travels. These images were taken abroad (though I did wish we grew birds of paradise in our back garden) which is why some of the flora looks quite exotic. To you, they may be ordinary photos of plants, but right now I’m just continuing to experiment with my camera, and trying to be artistic…

Star-Crossed Lovers

The stars remind me of the twinkle in your eyes

When you smile

I imagine that I can pluck one from the sky

To cherish as my own

Because it’s an undisclosed desire

(That iridescent glow between you and I

That blazing aura illuminating your skin

That simmering halo of moonbeams above your head)

The stars remind me of the tears that scratch your face

When you cry

I imagine that I can hurl a cluster from the diamond-studded swathes of obscurity

To shatter the barricade which cages us in our distinct perpetuities

Because it’s a necessity

(That luminous haze of emotion incarcerated in the symphony of my every waking thought

That palpitating rhythm like shivers of cosmic dust flaring through my veins

That kaleidoscope of spiralling dark matter chasing you into the vacant black hole that is my heart)

The stars remind me of the infinities between us

Of the excruciating eternity hailing our dreams to decease

Oh gravity! Pull me to my sanity

And let the hushed galaxies grieve for its star-crossed lovers

New Perspective

She perceives the world through the camera lenses that are her golden brown eyes, wishing she could capture these moments and treasure them eternally. Nature sweeps into focus and she grasps these fragile fragments of beauty that surround her.

When did the clouds become so radiant?

When did the leaves sway like shadow puppets on a windy day?

When did the blue of an iris melt her heart so slowly and painfully?



We were lined up orderly on the conveyor belt, praying for one another. I remember the streaky sparks that spattered as electricity surged through the saw’s silver blade, slicing through the suffering surfaces. I will never forget The Changing: the way my arms and legs were amputated and I was separated from Mum and Dad, never to see them again. Little did I realise that my life as a windowpane had only just begun.

You see, when I first met Frame, I detested him straight away. But before I had time to protest to the handyman, I was already fixed to him permanently, with only a thin layer of glue and silicone piped between us. Soon afterwards, I met Handle, who didn’t seem all too thrilled about being fixed to Frame either.

It was awkward at first, not knowing where to look. In one direction was Room, the forever warm and cosy place inhabited by humans. The Timberlake family were a peculiar species, but their familiar faces never failed to cheer me up.

Mrs Timberlake would always take time to bathe me, and I liked the consistency of her soapy sponge strokes that massaged my back. The Timberlake twins, Maggie and Mildred, were little bundles of joy who smudged their grimy hands all over my face, leaving sticky fingerprints everywhere! Luckily Mrs Timberlake soon set things right, as her regular inspections usually resulted in her polishing me to perfection.

Baby Timberlake was the worst by far. I simply couldn’t bear her screaming, her crying, her wingeing, moaning, burping, shrieking, or gurlgling. My poor ears will never be the same again! On the contrary, Grandpa Timberlake was a peaceful soul, constantly sleeping in Rocking Chair (who always complained about the weight). His chest rising and falling was, at times, therapeutic, but his snoring – his snoring! – always gave Handle and me something to talk about.

Most objects in Room were friendly. I could rely on Encyclopedia for insights into anything and everything. Then there was Radiator, who always started heated debates. But aside from them, I had my eye on Lamp. She was stunning. I was generally too shy to talk to her, but when I did, I could feel my cheeks turning red, and I had to look down at Window Sill to hide my embarrassment. I really fancied her, but eventually I figured that she was just another person who tried to ignore me and look right through me.

The only Object I couldn’t stand was Grandfather Clock. He was just plain irritating, with his ticking and tocking and ticking and tocking all day long. According to Radio, he hasn’t uttered anything but tick or tock for the last eighteen years! One day, I offered to give him elocution lessons, but as half expected, his response was tick tock, so I assumed he was a foreigner, who would make a troublesome and rather challenging pupil to assist.

At night, Mr Timberlake pulled down Blind so I couldn’t see into Room. I don’t think I missed much, because all the Objects had to keep particularly quiet when the Timberlakes were asleep. Blind made me so itchy, and I hated him at first, almost as much as Frame and Grandfather Clock.

On the other side of me, were Garden and The World Beyond. Garden was more beautiful than you could put into words, especially when all her flowers were in bloom.

I was desperate to learn about life in the neighbours’ houses that lay in The World Beyond. Windowpane of Number 12 couldn’t tell me about its room, even if she wanted to. I could see from Frame that she was always covered in condensation from shower steam, and didn’t enjoy living in the humidity.

I had loads more friends (and enemies) in Garden and The World Beyond. There was Rain, who tickled me all the time. We had a special kind of friendship…

Then there was Spider, who thought I had the perfect corners for making her webs on. I let her stay all through the first spring, but then a howling wind came and whisked her away. I was beginning to worry that I was renting out my corners too cheaply, so when Spider’s cousin came along, I raised the cost, and he simply scuttled along Drainpipe to find a better deal.

Magpie was pure evil. I had always been suspicious of her and her friends, right from the start. It was the way she stared at me with those beady black eyes that made me shiver, like the first time I encountered Snow. One time, Magpie flew past me, and left a white mess on my shoulder. I was more than horrified! Not exactly the kind of birthday present I was hoping for. Mrs Timberlake had to put Key in Handle (which he told me was a very painful experience) and pushed me outwards, so I was hanging over Garden. I waved to Grass below, excited my newfound freedom. Mrs Timberlake got out her soapy sponge, and scraped the muck right off my shoulder. I’d never been happier.

I have a lot of stories to tell about Room, Garden, and The World Beyond. When milder Timberlake and her gangster friends ‘accidently’ hurled poor old Tennis Ball at my tummy, I knew I would never see Bookshelf or Radio or Lamp or Radiator or Handle or Carpet or Garden ever, ever again. The pain came as a total shock. And perhaps, this was worse than my fate at the factory. My life was shattered into a million shards of glass. Part of me is still fixed to Frame, but I am sharp there, and nobody will want to talk to me now.

These broken pieces that belong to me no longer form the windowpane I was so proud to be. I am not a windowpane now, just a window in pain.


*PS – I have just been informed that this monologue, which I wrote about 2 years ago, has been selected to be published in the Red House Yearbook 2013 as a winner in the ‘short story’ 13+ category, which is quite an honour. Photo credit to Google Images, as usual.


Travel Vlog

I have taken away so many incredible memories from my Israel Tour, and I had to put them together so that I can always go back and reflect on my experience. Having already put together a short creative compilation, and a mixture of the highlights, I decided to expand on that, and make a really long vlog. On my travels, I rambled on about nonsense in front of my camera, whenever I had the opportunity. I couldn’t put it all in, otherwise my friends would have to sit through 2 hours of non-stop rubbish. So even though these parts may still be really awkward for me, they were the least awkward parts. It’s a half-hour documentary about Tour from start to finish, so if you want a feel for the beautiful country of Israel, please feel free to gain an insight through my eyes… Oh, and subscribe to my YouTube channel, pretty please! 😉