flights of fancy

Sighing over the inked gorgeousness of the Kalij Pheasants, their bijoux bandit look on account of the ruby shadowing their eye, I finally gave up pretending to be a bird enthusiast and admitted that I’m more a whimsical aesthete. Each time I see a bird (most strikingly in breeding plumage!), I only peripherally notice how … Continue reading

the good life*

(* wish you were here…)   As the bulbul flashed his red bottom on my balcony garden, a cheeky tomato red to the poinsettia’s cheerful ruby, I caught myself in the act of yet another impulsive-compulsive click and thought back to that snow leopard stakeout scene in The Secret Life of Walter Mitty. Walter Mitty: … Continue reading

LITTLE FETISHES

    “You have too many already.” I gave a guilty start. But the stern admonition was directed at the younger girl who stood beside me, gazing as lustily as I was at the pencils in rainbow array display – some out of our reach and some at a tempting arm’s distance. “You can’t ever … Continue reading

5, 6, pick up sticks…

  … the bendy ones, a little gnarled, not entirely juiced-out, still with the bark on. In two-feet terms, picking up sticks could be debating fonts like the Packmaster does when she pretends screen-busyness: Bold, Italic, never regular. Or, an exercise in finding a friend – misshapen yet reassuring. I like my sticks thick like lamb shank bones. … Continue reading

space & time*

*(‘cause we are living in a material world/ And I am a material girl) Amongst the million thoughts let loose by the Random Hedgehog in my mind lately, are the repeated puzzling over space: Fill it up or leave it empty? How to best enjoy it: in its vastness or in a hyper awareness of … Continue reading