Kathmandu from across, I think, the Bagmati river. Like other photographs that I have posted this week, this was taken in 1989 during my travels through the Indian/Chinese subcontinent. Photo capture of a slide projected onto a wall.
Swayambhunath, on the edge of Kathmandu, through the mist. This photograph was taken in 1989 and is a photo of a slide projected onto a wall.
Well while I didn’t get out to see the Jaws surf break yesterday that I had spoken about, some people were surfing those monsters and others got to take photos of the day.
I did get to see some slightly smaller, though still big waves further down the coast. Plenty of people turned out to watch as well. No worth while photos of the waves though. An iPhone 13 Mini’s camera does not do them justice.
Sunset over a Tibetan monastery with prayer flags near Kathmandu, Nepal, taken towards the end of 1989.
This image is a photograph of a slide projected onto the wall and then cropped and straightened in order to correct the perspective.
Finished reading: The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro. A beautiful and tragic story. I was drawn back to the book. 📚
Travels through the Solo/Khumbu Region
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
Last night I went back through some slides from my 1989/90 travels through Pakistan, China, Nepal & India. I have numerous slides, and they are in an ill arranged mess at the moment. As I loaded up the carousel to put into the projector, I had little idea as to what I would be looking at, even whether I would recognize the images. My fears of not recognizing images were unfounded.
John Lydon’s, formerly of the Sex Pistols, band PiL (Public Image Limited) will be competing against five other acts to represent Ireland in the Eurovision Song Contest. The band has described the song as a
Love letter to Lydon’s wife of nearly five decades who is living with Alzheimer’s.
The song is called Hawaii. I like it. While I am not very knowledgeable about all of Lydon’s output, it is very different from many of the songs that he is more well known for.
Quiet
Wednesday, January 11, 2023
When you hear the word, “Quiet,” what does it bring up for you. Home Fear Avoid A Refuge Your Nature Happiness Trauma Rejection Peace Noise Need Sensitivity Introvert Left Out Don’t Fit In other? This list is not meant to be exhaustive. Just some words that came to me through watching my own and others’ reaction to quiet. What does come to mind when you think of quiet, and why?
A big swell is on its way to the north shore of Maui. Surf of 40 to 50 feet is expected, with it peaking tomorrow. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Pe’ahi Jaws Big Wave surf competition happens during this time. I am no surfer, but when these big waves come in I stand there in awe of this natural phenomenon.
I’ve got behind on my email over the Holiday period - yes, I know that that officially ended a week ago! - and am now playing catch up, and boy am I finding it frustrating. Last year was good for me and email management. I need to chip away at the backlog, do a few and then take a break. Trying to do it all at once is just too much. My mind looks for excuses to do something else!
😢 I'm feeling sad this morning.
🥱 Having another attempt at sleeping.
🌕 Up early this morning. The full moon lighting up the countryside.
💆♂ A massage that I was gifted for Christmas, I had this morning. I came home afterwards and fell fast asleep.
I Don’t Like Going to the Dump
Wednesday, January 4, 2023
In central north Maui are two small hills. They are man made. They started life as massive holes in the ground, a third has been dug, those holes were slowly filled up and then stuff was continually piled on top of them. Dirt and grass create the facade of a hill. They are garbage dumps, filled with the unwanted products of life styles on Maui. Someone once said to me words to the effect of,
🏃 Hitting the ground running this morning.
This morning’s double rainbow 🌈
Let Yourself Rest
Tuesday, January 3, 2023
My acupuncturist shared this poem, by Jeff Foster, with me yesterday. On hearing it, I felt as though I was being wrapped in a warm blanket. LET YOURSELF REST If you’re exhausted, rest. If you don’t feel like starting a new project, don’t. If you don’t feel the urge to make something new, just rest in the beauty of the old, the familiar, the known. If you don’t feel like talking, stay silent.
We went to the theatre to see Babylon last night. For me while the movie had its moments, I felt that it could have told its story in a shorter time and didn’t know when to end. Sitting here the morning after, I’ll be interested to see how it sits with me over time. 🍿
We watched Glass Onion this evening. It was OK, but I much preferred the original. 🍿