Next door to our favourite coffee shop, Home Ground, a new butcher’s shop is opening soon. We were both amused by the finger drawing in the white out paint, making the lovely door appear to have a beautiful, almost- handlebar moustache.
A feather has been left on the windscreen of my Beetle. I love the serendipity of my photo, the accidental placing of the feather on the finial on our roof. I love how sometimes, the magic of a photo isn’t seen until it’s on the computer.
“To love. To be loved. To never forget your own insignificance. To never get used to the unspeakable violence and the vulgar disparity of life around you. To seek joy in the saddest places. To pursue beauty to its lair. To never simplify what is complicated or complicate what is simple. To respect strength, never power.
Above all, to watch. To try and understand. To never look away. And never, never, to forget… another world is not only possible, she is on her way.
On a quiet day, I can hear her breathing.”
©Time Magazine – Arundhati Roy