Beki

Made with tape on cyclone fencing Kingswood S.A.

Grass perspective

Ever considered life from the perspective of a blade of grass?












Someone in Sydney has.

I love that this copy was approved, I am sure it has made many people smile inside to themselves, me included.

Word play

People playing with words makes me happy. Especially when its on display, where hundreds of people will see it. This frying pan is in Ikea.

This play could be considered tampering with property, graffiti, or criminal damage. But that inclination to play with authoritarian signs, is evidence of a strong human spirit that will and does endure.

Goofs to avoid

Source: holykaw.alltop.com via charles on Pinterest

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

There's a hole in my sidewalk
by Portia Nelson

Chapter One

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost …. I am helpless.
It isn’t my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.

Chapter Two

I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend that I don’t see it.
I fall in again.
I can’t believe I am in this same place.
But, it isn’t my fault.
It still takes a long time to get out.

Chapter Three

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I see it is there.
I still fall in … it’s a habit … but, my eyes are open.
I know where I am.
It is my fault.
I get out immediately.

Chapter Four

I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I walk around it.

Chapter Five

I walk down another street.

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Context

Because of where they are located, these words are highly amusing.

Context can put a new slant on our words. Images found on fancy.

Take what you need

From here

Fair ride

This sign made me laugh while traveling on a Melbourne train. I love that this copy was considered and approved. We all need more humour in our lives.

Reassuring words

Survival

The creative adult is the child who has survived. - Ursula Le Guin

Happy people

Image from here thanks.

Lunch fees

Photographed at Robe Marina SA.

Double meaning

I am a big fan of words that can mean more than one thing. These double agent words offer up all kinds of creative uses. Double agent words are good at engaging readers, making them wonder, smile and even remember the clever encounter these words offer.

This sign outside Kmart gave me much delight.

Bicycle

Photographed in a Norwood carpark, SA.

But animals cant read?

Photographed in the Adelaide Zoo

Rocks alive

Photographed Southern Australia

Mountain high

Great application of words in our environment for the 'be active' campaign

Location makeover

Do as I say, not as I do...apparently.

Invisible

How do you tell a child that their Grandma has gone?

You wont see her again, hold her hand or hear her song.

Laughter wont be shared and milestones will be missed,

By the woman who loved you so much, who you rushed to kiss.

Grandma isn't here to spoil you, she has taken her lollies too.

She wont be here to brush your hair or be interested in you.

But where is she? you ask and I don't know what to say.

I don't have an answer, please just turn back to your play.

Do I say she is in heaven looking down on you?

Watching out and caring about everything you do?

Do I say her spirit lives on around us or up in the stars?

How do I explain that death is final, only ashes left in jars.

A child's pain is their mother's and so I bear it twice.

Not only loosing my mum, but your Grandma who was so nice.

My only comfort is that she made me and then I made you.

A legacy that lives breathing, life going forward and through.

No bad weather

Chicken

I cant help feel there is something wrong with this?

Wait

Faith began to fiddle. Her foot started tapping then her hand reached up and smoothed down her hair. She had tied her hair back today, as she didnt have the time to wash it. But brushing and pulling it neatly into a ponytail cost her the time she could have eaten breakfast. She opened her handbag, rummaging around hoping to find some forgotten chocolate bar or other food source. An orange boiled lolly missing some of its wrapper looked appealing, even though some hair and bit of tissue accompanied it. She looked up and about her. No one else was around so Faith carefully unwrapped it, picked off the debris and put it in her mouth.

The sweetness was a shock, overpowering her senses. She rolled the lolly around, its furry surface offering a texture for her tongue to examine. It crashed into her teeth and bulged out her cheek. The lolly became a good distraction. She sucked it for a while before crunching down hard and breaking it into tiny pieces. She had never been able to suck lollies into thin slithers.

Faith looked at her watch. The second hand hardly seemed to be moving. Did it just go backwards? She shook her wrist then brought the watch up to her ear. 

"Tick tick tick' she heard the regular steady sound of a watch in working order. She flopped her hand back into her lap and sighed.

"Why is it taking so long?"

Earlier she had been in such a flurry, rushing to get here. Yet now she waited. And waited.

Faith smoothed out her skirt. It was the one she wore yesterday. No one would remember. She had to quickly pick up and wear the clothes she found on the floor to get here on time. But now she wished she had not rushed. She could have used this time to shower and select clean clothes.
'How long is it going to take?"

She stood up, walked forward, and longingly looked. Nothing.

As she sat down she saw another person walking to join her. His footsteps grew louder as he approached. He chose to stand to her left positioned slightly in front. She examined him from behind. He wore a dark red coat, had a scarf on and his hair was wet. She could see his white scalp through the tracks of combed hair. But then he looked at her and she had to quickly turn away.

A woman came into view. Faith recognised her as a regular. She was rushing, her whole body seemed to move up and then fall down with each of her hurried steps. Her hair flying out behind despite the still morning. This woman always wrote notes in a ring bound notebook. She scribbled away in pencil, occasionally stopping to collect her thoughts. The woman sat down next to her on the bench and offered a fresh perfumed scent with her presence.

Faith sat up straight and then slumped back down.

The three of them waited. Joined together in their common longing. There was silence, except for the shifting of their bodies as they adjusted position.

In the distance a mobile phone rang, they all looked in the direction of the offending noise. A female came into view and her voice surrounded them as it approached. Her shoes clopped along the pavement. She stood off to the side talking out aloud to no one.

"Yeah, I've just arrived, it looks like I'm in time" She glanced at the three of them, then turned away.
"So I'll see you soon"
"Yeah at the usual"
"Yes me too, can't wait"
"OK then"
"See you soon"
"Bye"

Silence filled the space.

The four of them waited together all wanting for the same thing.

Eventually the train arrived and broke their bond.

Sensible parking

It frustrates me to see so many disabled parking spots empty. They are always in the prime places and seldom used to their capacity. Don't get me wrong I know disabled people really need them. However this seemed like a sensible solution to the issue when parking places are very limited. Photographed at a service station.

Magnetic board letters

My new favourite iPad application is Magnetic board ABC. You have the alphabet in upper and lower case, symbols and some shapes. There are 5 colour choices and you simply drag and drop them into the play space. You can also rotate pieces using a two fingered pinch. It is meant for kids, but mine haven't seen it yet.

Here's why...

I am me

Through brown eyes I see the world
My feet move slowly forward

Sister compares then pinches hard
Big brother leaves, as he could

I idolise the sister
yet hate to be the same

You know I love you, mother said
but I wait for my father's train

My hair is dyed blonde
and my eyebrows are black

I wonder what I feel
but I never turn back

I learn more about the world
Its places I see and feel

I grow up and fall in love
then children make it real

Around me shadows shine and fade
friendships along the way

The present is the best place
It's here now, this moment today.



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