Wondering where I went (Part 5)

In the corner of my room used to lurk a swirl of photographs beginning by my desk and finishing near my door. It consisted of images of places, of people, of dreams and memories.

Some are still up, others are hidden.

Sometimes you don't want to remember or look. You can't crave all of the past....
Sometimes you want to forget.

Sometimes you want to forget her face.

Sometimes you want to forget long gone dreams.

Wondering where I went (Part 4)

It wasn't that long ago, but it felt an eternity. Once upon a time, I had one piercing, a smile, big bright eyes.

Today I look in the mirror and see the coiled up hair, the tired eyes, my double piercings and worn smile.

I see the devestation of my disorganised mind, the desire to go back, rewind the clock and embrace the positives of my inner self, before the June of last year took everything, even my dignity.

Wondering where I went (Part 3)

A lone toy on the floor, my raggy bunny looks like she belongs to a baby. Instead she's old, with wooden beaded eyes, floppy white ears, a patterned dress, and never got my primary attention. Now she is a symbol of all the childish instincts, the unseen opportunites, the freedom, the innocence and spiritual matter I lost along the path to growing up.
You never be a little girl again.

Wondering where I went (Part 2)

A wall of photographs, of the past, stuck up like still frame peeks into the memories of my life. My burning question is, "Why don't we retain that natural inquisitivity, that natural instinct for games, for the magical pretend world of children's fantasies...?"
Family holidays, small children, the loved and lost, the silly and the ridiculous... It was all so long ago.

Wondering where I went (Part 1)

The first of a series of photographs wondering about where my childhood, my heart, and my sense of wonder went...

The Dog was all alone....

....She ate all the people.

This image was a gift from Melsa, to commerate the day I got my new puppy, Bobbles. Life was simpler and easier then. All I had to worry about was carrying a puppy home from the pet store, the tiny bundle with soft ears and fur. On that day I had ringlets and my hair was it's shortest. I had a scarf, a white shirt, a bottle green skirt and black stockings on.

WORDS

My plan for my major work on my white board, a little skewed

It's like it's not real...

...I've stepped into the imaginary world.

(Info.... This picture I took on the particularily painful walk at Thredbo over the holidays. The water was striking. I really liked it. The only alteration I've made to this picture is using Kodak Easy Share and playing with the effects to make it 'cartoon' in style.)

Sunny mornings.

I wish to wake up and feel this again. It's been cold so long.

FLOATING

I wish I was high up there, not down here below.