Oh, canary, sing out in the thunderstorm, prove your yellow pride. Give me a reason for courage or a way to be brave. But nothing tangible comes to rescue my besieged sanity, and I cannot decipher the code of the eucalyptus thumping on my roof.....
The parchment philosopher has no traffic with the night, and no conception of the price of love. With smoky circles of thought he tries to combat the fog, and with anagrams to defeat anatomy. I posture in vain with his weapons, even though I am balmed with his nicotine herbs.
Moon, moon, rise in the sky to be a reminder of comfort and the hour when I was brave.
by Elizabeth Smart, extract from By Grand Central Station I Sat Down And Wept
Mohair side tie cardigan: from Oxfam Online
Blue patterned top: bought from Portobello market or a market in Paris, can't remember which
Red cowboy boots, just seen: from R Soles on King's Road years ago
Wood pile: our own, created when we cut away the unruly bracken and woodland that used to be in this field. We now have enough wood to last us in fires for at least a decade!
The Verve: A Storm In Heaven
All photographs taken by me, self portraits using the self timer on my little digital camera.
I've been having a tough time for various reasons over the last month, so that quote of Elizabeth Smart, although a little histrionic, has suited my mood. Thankfully I am finding my way through the fog, as I know I can do.
I'm delighted to be a part of Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti from www.notdeadyetstyle.blogspot.co.uk, click on the website link to see her outfit and those of many others.