#naphopomo Day 7th Trying a Thing

With #naphopomo being all about photography month, I thought 

I would 'try a thing' and experiment a little, while T transferred 

some basil in the beds above the river.

Ever since Dad gave me a Brownie 127 when I was about 5, 

I have always enjoyed taking photographs but I am not a 

photographer. I like to play with composition, record people, 

places and things that interest me and on occasion manage to 

capture a special moment in time. With almost everyone having

a camera phone nowadays, it is even more fascinating to 

observe what professional photographers achieve through their 

lens. The magic worked in a dark room beneath a red light, the 

alchemy between eye, camera, creativity and knowledge is 

nowhere better seen than in the work of Lee Miller and then, 

the contemporary work and delightful voice of Joann Verburg 

cannot fail to inspire.

Last but not least and from the heart, thank you Chookooloonks .
I am truly enjoying this voyage of discovery which I would not
have embarked upon were it not for you.

#naphopomo Day 6 On the Line

Playtime

 Coconut flower stalks, coconut flex, banana straw and raffia.

Between projects and a little out of sorts, I spied the bag of
booty I had brought down from Corn Buck a few weeks ago
and looked inside. Play, the doing of something for the sheer
pleasure of it, is a pastime that I have forgotten to indulge in.
Work is worthy, as is cleaning, cooking etc. but play, as with
sticks in mud or a stone skimmed, has somehow become
something that I find myself either never having the time for
or feeling guilty about.
The very word 'indulge' suggests a secret vice.
I was surprised to realise this about myself, surprised by how
serious and earnest I had become about 'the work' and even
more surprised by the fact that I was surprised that the flow
of creativity had dried up.