20 Thursday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie - In the Mirror
Nothing compares
No worries or cares
Regrets and mistakes
They are memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Someone Like You by Adele
Here I am!
Model: Lauren DiMarco
18 Tuesday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
A moment only he feels the spell
Of the place and the hour, and the secret dread
Of the lonely belfry and the dead;
from The Midnight Ride of Paul Revere by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The spirits of the dead swirled all around me on my walk today.
11 Tuesday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
I follow the scent of a woman
Melon heavy
Ripe with joy
Inspiring me
To rip great holes in the night
So the sun blasts through
by Rita Mae Brown – Dancing the Shout to the True Gospel
The gourds, rather than the pumpkins, inspire me this autumn.
09 Sunday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
Almost everything – all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure – these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. – Steve Jobs
A Post-it quilt of affection for Steve Jobs grows on both front windows of the first Apple store in Palo Alto, California.
© Joan Currie
08 Saturday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
The spray reached out and sucked her in
It was hardly a noticed thing
That Joan was there and is not now
(Oh go and tell young Featherstonehaugh)
Gone away, gone away
All alone.
Stevie Smith
This lonely shoe on the beach brought to mind the poem, Deeply Morbid. I was a little disturbed that the protagonist and I share the same name.
04 Tuesday Oct 2011
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© Joan Currie
We have so little faith in the ebb and flow of life, of love, of relationships. We leap at the flow of the tide and resist in terror its ebb. We are afraid it will never return. – Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Food from the sea – a heaping serving of kelp noodles.
28 Wednesday Sep 2011
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© Joan Currie - Charcoal on Paper
It’s a natural state. I’ve seen more vulgarity in people wearing clothes.
Laetitia Casta
Strut it!
26 Monday Sep 2011
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© Joan Currie
[The history of most women is] hidden either by silence, or by flourishes and ornaments that amount to silence. Virginia Woolf
It is time to be the heroine of our own stories.
25 Sunday Sep 2011
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© Joan Currie
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon,
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon.
Edward Lear from The Owl and the Pussycat
A romantic Sunday morning stroll along the beach was cut short by an exciting airborne interloper…
22 Thursday Sep 2011
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© Joan Currie
…we progress from being voyeurs, which we always are when we look at other people’s pictures, to excavators, combining our memories for what we may recognize from our own family albums, from our own lives. We look for us. – Michael Kimmelman
This lifeguard chair on Vancouver’s North Shore evokes very strong memories of my summers as a pool lifeguard.
Satin & Sand 