Friday, 8 September 2017
I played around in Photoshop and created wrapping paper.
The top section is the original image and then below on the pink is the wrapping paper.
I took a few images in Mellville myself, while we were there.
Artwork created by © Liam Longland, 2017.
Wednesday, 30 August 2017
Anyhoo, then we sat outside on the patio, chatting, enjoying the crisp winter morning.
Took some photographs and I said I was going to put them on my blog. Trish said it was fine, I said: they're my photographs, she said: it's my house. Fair enough.
Here are the pics with kind permission of Trish ;-)
Wednesday, 14 June 2017
Sunday, 4 June 2017
I made up this sheet of compliments at work and stuck it on the fridge before I went home in the evening. Much to my surprise when I got in the next day some of them had already been taken. That's great. By the end of the day there were only two left. Can you guess which two?
Wednesday, 31 May 2017
Monday, 22 May 2017
Sunday, 21 May 2017
Tuesday, 16 May 2017
Even when I buy fresh cut flowers, like the sunflowers for instance, I add garden cuttings to increase the volume and dimensions of the bouquet.
Wednesday, 3 May 2017
Everyday I drive past them Serbian Orthodox Church. I have been wanting a peep inside so when they had a food market day I went along. The church is so simple outside, so rich inside. Small but with so much detail.
They also have the Serbian community hall on the property, the music I am sure just makes them remember, makes them homesick. There were posters, photographs and memorabilia on the wall brought over from Serbia and shared in this space where everyone has an appreciation of them.
I was certainly the odd one out. But I do understand what it means to them and how important it is to have this space. My parents gathered with others at the German club, sharing the music, stories, memories, jokes, gossip. Never were they so free of inhibition and so expressive as in their mother tongue. Great memories.
Tuesday, 2 May 2017
Friday, 28 April 2017
Log fires, soup, hot chocolate and books.
I have been gathering books over the past few months and I can't wait to get started.
I have put a recliner in a sunny spot in the garden for reading (and napping).
Thursday, 27 April 2017
No one got up to join him because there was an understanding that this night was his night off. This understanding was not verbalise or spoken of, it's just something you know, something you sense intiatively.
As soon as my father went to his bedroom the calm and quiet of night was restored and we all went to sleep. Well, sometimes he could be heard sharing the events of the evening and the gossip of the past week with our mother but it was a soothing sound, like a lullaby.