How could you eat them?
White and unspeakably lovely (102/365)
The coolest, most laid back lamb in the world, or at least in Hampshire (101/365)
The coolest, most laid back lamb in the world, or at least in Hampshire (101/365), originally uploaded by :Duncan.
Taking it easy, late afternoon.
Wisteria (100/365)
Number 100 of the one photo every day thingy! Woah, not even a third of the way through! Soon I will start a series each day of a lesser-seen element of Brockwood Park.
Barnen pa Brakmakargatan – Ilon Wikland (99/365)
Fantastic!
Bouncy Lambs (98/365)
All frisky and legs like springs.
Sunset green (97/365)
Bed (96/365)
Bed (96/365), originally uploaded by :Duncan.
I’ve spent the last two days in bed, all fluey and ill.
The wood thing is a ‘bed desk’. A great invention! You can lie in bed, watch movies, type, whatever. You lie underneath it and can adjust the angle of the tilt to suit you. Get them on eBay, coming in from China. I think this was the medium size one, fitting the 15″ MacBook Pro perfectly. The headphones are the most excellent Grado SR60, from Grado Labs in Brooklyn.
Film Stills
I’ve been ill the last couple of days, laid up in bed, sleeping much of the time. In between snoozes and resting, I’ve set up a new page on the site called Film Stills.
I’ve grabbed images from films and put them here, around 30 per movie. If you click Slideshow, you will also hear music from the film.
The first one is Saving Private Ryan.
Mii (95/365)
I got a Wii at the weekend. With Wii Fit and Big Brain Academy. This is my self-portrait, Wii style. It’s pretty damn good, I think :)
'Planet Ice' Basingstoke (94/365)
Beeches and meadow (93/365)
LG M227WD, Sony speakers (92/365)
Sunset, bird flies home (91/365)
English Lane (90/365)
I ate this in the morning (89/365)
Three Days of Dynamic Meditation
Three days of dynamic meditation, three nights of intense dreams.
First night’s dream, eating whatever I wanted. A big plate of full English in front of me and a strong feeling of ‘do I have to?’ I really didn’t want to eat that meat.
The second night was full of drunken dreams, staggering about, lost and confused, unable to think clearly or act.
The third night, smoking. Dry mouth and smelly. Singe marks on a rug that wasn’t mine and throwing stubs out the window, grubby on the clean driveway.
These are not the usual random dreams; something is changing. It is definitely stirring things up, the breathing, releasing, jumping, being still and then dancing. I look forward to the pureness of it, the direct feeling during that hour after work. The nausea is lessening each day and I’m able to immerse more fully. Less wondering how long left of each section.
Red Door, White Blossom (88/365)
Lunch! (87/365)
This was a delicious lunch of paella with mushroom, cauliflower, egg, fried tofu, watercress, carrot, and cucumber. Thank you, kitchen people!
An ancient pond. A frog jumps in. Plop! (86/365)
From the excellent book on meditation: The Everyday Meditator. I started doing the Dynamic Meditation from it today. It made me queasy and it’s a long time since I felt nausea. Is it the worse feeling? One of them. It was also hard work: 10 minutes of breathing deeply, moving the body. 10 minutes of catharsis, letting out whatever you feel. 10 minutes of jumping up and down, hoo-ing. 15 minutes stopped dead still. 15 minutes dancing. It’s a stirring meditation, based on the idea that if ‘modern man’ attempts to sit quietly, he just can’t do it, so bound up are we in our issues and thought patterns. This ‘meditation’ supposedly gets things moving, allowing release of deep stored emotions and habits. We’ll see. More on this later.
Falling Awake 