✈ zero air miles

this morning I took some home

made jam and pickles to ☟

a sharing of food and knowledge:

no money changed hands:

lots of produce to choose from:

locally grown:

and picked:

ric from earthangel organics

gave us tips on growing vegetables

over winter:

we drank tea and talked cake:

we chatted about art and wine making:

I swapped for a gingerbread phantom

and a jar of lemon curd

a jar of beetroot chutney, two pears

and some physalis:

not that's my kind of morning:

can't wait for the next one

11th December:

what will you bring?

0o0 in between

"yeah you park up by the church

then walk down a bit

and there's this place ...."

this little church

is between giants:

they make soap:

it also has a claim to fame:

we couldn't go inside:

so we looked outside:

like so many before us:

then we found the footpaths:

along the river:

a smell of salt mixed with washing powder:

miles and miles of graffiti wall:

tagged and sprayed:

claimed and reclaimed:

while industry ignores:

and the mud retains:

⍾⍾ all that glisters

yesterday we caught the last day of

bioluminescence 

by Mila Nesterova

at the book club:

it was a little awkward to view the 

photographs as people were

eating and networking:

Mila's lightboxes were so striking:

 fashion meets dance meets theatre 

meets clubbing meets light:

movement: energy: graffiti:

{bioluminescence: nature}

produce made human:

surreal:

extreme:

radioactive:

confused beautiful:

a sneaky peep at the amazing 

lightbulb ceiling downstairs

and a bowl of delicious cauliflower curry soup:

fitting:

‐‑‑‐ sew sew

although I am very lucky to own 

one of these gorgeous leather camera

bags by Grafea sometimes I just want

to grab one camera and shove it

in my handbag:

not practical:

this summer I envied my friend Suzie's 

ingenuous drawstring bag ....

so I cut up an old skirt

{it was far too short for an old girl anyway}

turned over the top edge:

cut some wadding and a lining:

made a fabric sandwich:

sewed up the sides and bottom:

thread ribbon through the top:

safe padded pouch for my baby:

Libbie got all jealous 

so I made her one too

with a Liberty fabric offcut:

brillz!

☼ late summer sun

a rare blue sky:

 long shadows and egg yolk yellow:

my girl being silly on the deserted beach:

bliss:

㊀ any more fares please?

on Sunday I met with my flickr friends

for the Canvey Island bus rally:

there's some delicious details on those 

old buses:

chrome and enamel:

a need for speed:

we took a ride on an old bus:

to the museum:

memorabilia:

{my Dad used to wear one of these!}

classic cars:

{this is my dream car}

then a bus ride back again:

no smoking on the upper deck:

♦♢ in my neighbourhood

today was the start of

the first ever Hadleigh Art Trail:

I headed to the Hadleigh Old Fire Station:

a collection of works and open studios:

tread carefully ~ donna jeffrey

work number 88 ~ emma mower

intricate labyrinths of lines

oil paint on aluminium:

rainham steel ~ barry andrews:

a work in progress

 as he painted he told me he'd fallen 

back in love with this canvas:

descriptive visits to the marshes:

an affinity to the space:

'the scruffier part' he called it:

X ~ jane woolatt and chris ruston:

{inherited maps of ourselves}

their collaborative works are unique:

lost stories, conversations, history:

found objects, layers and texts:

they talked of the crumbling studio of old:

how this new space will bring a fresh direction:

it's a delicious and welcoming place:

{despite the dodgy yellow paintwork}

a cup of tea and so much to see:

hadleigh art trail is on until 15th october: