D Kilfeather Photography

May has to be one of my favourite months. Everything is flourishing in crazy abundance and the promise of three more months of long days and no school is too good to keep the smile from one’s face. This time last year, almost to the day, the weather took a turn for the best. So again this year we headed for the park, armed with picnic, dog and camera. I noticed how this wall of purple Wisteria was almost identical to how it had been last year. So for comparisons sake I tried to replicate a picture I took last year. The first one in this series is from  this year, and the final picture  is from last year. What a difference a year makes!

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Oh the delights of a day spent not at school…

but in the world of a small girl

who calls chewing gum “chingle”,

who has the dancingest feet

and the sunshiniest smile,

who polka dotted and jelly totted,

chit chatted and sing songed her way

through a glorious spring morning in the wonderful world in which she lives.

(Note: the music is a little low in this so be sure to turn up the volume…its taken me 3 days to find a song I felt was a perfect fit…so it must be heard!..enjoy x)

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If you are a lover of all things radio, Stephen Fry and Oscar Wilde…then this is for you. I stumbled upon this podgram some time ago and I listen to it often. The outlook of Stephen Fry, his comic timing, his humanity, the way he makes you look at things…his utter Stephen-ness…is an absolute delight.  Here he discusses the merits of Oscar Wilde’s view on American violence and good wallpaper.

He tends to ramble on a bit for the first 5 mins…but stick with it…once he starts on Oscar you’ll be hooked.

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V(for technopeasants – click on the underlined word wallpaper to access the link!)

It all began the morning I overheard the blue glazed urn chatting earnestly with the black and white trinket box…”doesn’t she think I’m beautiful?” it asked the box in a worried tone…and the trinket box replied in an offhand manner ”well…if she doesn’t notice me, with my remarkable monochrome marquetry…what chance has a cracked old urn got?”. Then the lead fireplace added loftily…”yes my dears, she passes me by everyday and never gives as much as a second glance at the glorious morning sunlight spilling across my splendid inlay”…and the old rocking horse looked up at her with baleful eyes and nodded in agreement…and so go the voices in my head! Something had to be done…so I went about my house with camera in hand…by the time I’d finished everything was turned upside down and nothing was where it was supposed to be…but at least the voices in my head are gone…for now!

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I heard this short song the other day…so simple…just a soundbite really…but its meaning resonated with me. Quite melancholic…but then I am one who loves to embrace the melancholia from time to time!

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Music ~ Apple Tree by Eels