I like the concept above; dreaming can be just a way to visualise where you're going and where you want to go. I prefer this idea to the "up there in the clouds" one when defining dreaming. I dream. A lot. And I avoid thinking too much about things, so as not to dry them of meaning. Some things escape my control and I dissect them till they're a little piece of dust. In the end, if you argue your case well enough, you should be able to prove or disprove most points and I don't want to disprove… View Post
I seem to be starting these inspiring Mondays with a fact. A fact of debatable interest, but a fact nonetheless. So here goes… I am one grateful big sister, for I have the best little brother in the world, very possibly the Universe! ♥ Little brother visiting; it was absolutely amazing ♥ Spending more time with Lili, so refreshing ♥ Delightful dinner with good friends and little brother and Lili ♥ Pausing for 3 seconds on Saturday while everyone walks from the restaurant to the pub and realising how so very lucky I am! ♥ Photographing yet a… View Post
Little Miss Joey's little brother is visiting. My brother is only the most important person to me and the one that makes the world seem a bit less scary at times for I know come what may neither of us will ever be alone. Little brothers are indeed one of the best things ever. I'm excited about this weekend and so, but so happy he's here! I'm not even moaning about the idiotic rain. Yet, anyway. He's asleep now. Next door. And knowing that makes the world today seem brighter 🙂 Photo: we went to Lisbon together in… View Post
… or how the world is not black and white. Today I wasn't going to blog. Then Nicky (or Dobbin, whichever you prefer) said he was going to and the little bit of me that is slightly competitive thought "bummer, here I go again!". Of course to compete I needed an idea. Or a focus. And we all know by now how good I am at that, right? So idea no 1 followed from the last post and how today I carried my camera around and how that turned out… maybe tomorrow. Idea no 2 was how I was… View Post
I got my first DSLR camera in January 2009, a Nikon D80 which I've been in love with ever since. Yes, I'm a Nikon gal and I wouldn't have it any other way! My beloved D80 has recently been in hospital for a month, with a broken shutter. To my almost teary face, the lovely gentleman fixing it said: it's ok, it's only the shutter; they have a limited number of clics, you know? No, I didn't know. But he seemed to know what he was talking about and I felt I could trust him and now it's… View Post
Woke up at 5am. On a Monday. Impressed? Not really. Happy? Yes. For I had an amazing long weekend. ♥ Lovely wonderful time with a very dear friend. And seeing her happy. ♥ Played with my camera all weekend. More of that at some point. I hope. ♥ Went to the rugby. Super League weekend and the Millenium stadium. Oh wow! ♥ Very successful shopping trip(s). And I don’t even like shopping. Oh yes. ♥ Sunday dinner with another dear friend with such good news. So… even though I woke up at 5am on a Monday, I have good memories to fill the… View Post
© Matilde Beldroega I’m still lacking a focus. I’m sure I’ve decided to find one… But I haven’t yet. Nor my voice. Which is another way of saying my style. Nor have I established a frequency for posting that is independent of Dobbin (even though I’ve been doing ok by myself in the blog world while he’s on holiday!). So many things to do and so little time… While I find Little Miss Joey’s true self amidst her little comic attempts, I will indulge in showing beautiful things. When I grow up I want to have a little cape like… View Post
I typically have more coffee on Mondays. Fact. Not true today.It was painful to wake up. I was slow. Very slow.But still I felt inspired. On a Monday. ♥ I went running. 24 minutes. Yay me.♥ It was sunny. Pretty much all day.♥ Photos from Paris. Want to go. Again. And again. Here.♥ Girly chat on skype with dear friends. I like it.♥ M from Belgium, who's only one of my best friends, just booked tickets to come visit me in April. All in all… what's not to love about Mondays, really? Ok, about this Monday! P.S. – The photo is totally unrelated, but I… View Post
This weekend Oxford was a place for new beginnings… for my cousin and I. We grew up together. We played and laughed and were children and became teenagers and then a bit older than that and I moved away and we grew a bit apart without really knowing it. Only this weekend when she came to visit because she needed her new beginning, have I realised how this time together became our new beginning. And I like Oxford a bit more for giving us that.
Sources here I like yellow. In fact, I love yellow! (and red and red with white polka dots and white, but today it's about yellow so let me focus for once!)One of my teachers used to say "if it weren't for different opinions, what would happen to yellow?". Needless to say I never quite got why yellow had been singled out for this insightful yet quite mean thought about said colour. And that made me like yellow even more (we all love an underdog, really!). Yellow has a smile attached. Typically mine. Frequently other people’s – sunshine is… View Post
So while I seat here going through a backlog of photos that could keep me busy until 2012, just in time for the Olympics (first mention!), also hoping to find something there worth posting, I leave the inspiration I'm relying on just now… from April and May and… Right, it's back to photo sorting for me. And iTunes updating. And possibly chamomile tea to fuel it all!
home It all started because Little Miss Joey has a blog in Portuguese. And a friend named Nicky. Nicky does not speak Portuguese but read(s) Joey’s Portuguese blog anyway (using google translator!). Of course Nicky doesn’t just read it, he sometimes asks for translations when google is having a really bad day and often moans moaned he feels felt left out and Joey should start a blog for her English fans ie him. Sweet really, you might say, were you not aware theirs is a mick-taking-sarcastic-heavy friendship. But as they say “compliments will take you a long away”, even mick-taking… View Post
Oxford is sometimes a peaceful and quiet Autumn afternoon for us to collect our thoughts… and go back to them when we realise how we could have trailed a different path from that day onwards… had we known… but we didn't know… And yet again Oxford comes to our rescue with a moment's silence for the little piece of us we can't get back from that day. Oxford is all those serene late afternoons when I'm free to find myself… so I can enjoy the other Oxford!