Not happenin’

What’s a movie you expected to hate but ended up loving?

WP, let me tell you about the movies/series I bin.

You get in the vibe, wanting to chill and ‘ get away from things’ for a while, and bam!

The opening scene is an animal either being shot or hunted or possibly dissected. Nah, not going to be watching that.

In fact, if a dog or cat play a role early in a movie, you can guarantee it won’t end well for them. So I watch those with caution…and then say to myself,’ There you go. You knew it, eh?’

Continuity issues drive me insane and there are so many you really do wonder how the film/series got released without someone checking the details. It happens so often. For example, in one scene, the hair looks this way. In the next, it has been tamed or untidy, or in one case, I remember a different colour. And if that happens in the first few scenes, I end up waiting for  more issues instead of watching the movie for itself.

Check out The Red Road on Netflix. Season 1 Episode 1.In the first 10 minutes or so…man pulls up at a cabin and takes a plank of wood out of his truck and goes inside. A couple in bed, woman flees. Watch the man in the bed, his hair. At first, whilst he is talking to the intruder, it’s all smooth. Yes, he is threatened and does sink back onto his pillow…but when he sits up again🤣 really?

Being highly observant is not always a superpower!

Lighting. I loved the US series Homeland,  but over time the lighting became so dim ( on any device/screen) that I simply gave up on it.

Connecting with the lead characters can be tricky. If they are meh, then the film/series is toast.

Thing is, life is short, and our time is precious, so I’m not going to waste any of it sitting through any screen time that triggers me in any way, shape, or form. It’s not happenin’…

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A rich inner life? Edit….

What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

Curiosity, Yeah, I’m naturally curious….about everything.

Edit; I’m considering changing this to Observant.

Curiosity is a wonderful thing, to be interested, stay interested in the world around us. To keep learning. The ‘ Every day’s a school day’ vibe is a good one…but I think Observant pips it to the post ….or maybe a vivid imagination? Nooo, I’ll stop right here. Observant it is.

The Earth awakes

What is your favorite season of year? Why?

I love Spring, but I also like those days in January when things begin to kick off. No human needed for the New Year to get up and running.

How my heart lifts at the sighting of the first snowdrop. I can barely contain my excitement.

A sprinkling of crocus here, a spread of aconites there…and then there are ……Yikes! What are they called? Their name escapes me… Catkin, yes, catkins. Phew!

Then cut to Spring itself. The natural world is energised with new life. The sun has some warmth in it. The evenings are becoming lighter. The birds are louder and more vocal as they seek a mate. The grass begins growing and the trees, as ever late to the game, radiate what’s to come. The bursts of colour on display are a joy to behold.

It’s the energy I find exciting. So much to observe and appreciate.

Life before the internet

Do you remember life before the internet?

I remember…..

Newpaper sellers

Family evenings around the TV

Satchels full of books

Children playing outside

Mail on the door mat

Busy high streets

No empty shops

Multiple shoe shops

Less commercial vehicles

Stereo players and albums

Commuters

Busy city nightlife

Telephone boxes

Photograph albums and negatives

Paper road maps

Dictionaries, encyclopedias, reference books

Diaries( With a lock)

Calendar in every home

Address books

Cheques

Pay packets

Money boxes

Travel agents

Hard copy CV’s

Telephone text

Monthly glossy magazines

Hairstyle magazines

VHS Videos

Camcorders

Walkman

Typewriters

and all those things which have slipped my mind.

What a man….

Do you have any collections? I embrace minimalism

William Morris (1834-1896) designer, poet, craftsman, radical socialist, environmental activist. The first eco warrior of design, without a doubt!

He once said ‘ Have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful ‘.

Another interesting take, said by Isabel Allende-1942- ‘ You spend the first part of your life collecting things and the second half getting rid of them’………A bit of a generalisation, but you get the drift.

Personally I’m not that comfortable being possessed by possessions.

Who’d have thought it?

How do you feel about cold weather?

Good morning WordPress… A simple question you are asking us today. So why am I  struggling to gather my thoughts, put them into some sort of order and onto the page?

I’m British, we are masters at chatting about the weather. Being islanders we can have four seasons in one day, so there’s always something to say. And yet here I am….with nada!

Is it because there are so many angles to come from that it makes it not so simple, not so  straightforward?

I do have a memory about the cold I could share though….Many moons ago I was in an indoor market. An elderly stopped me and asked if I knew where she could ‘ get one of those scrapers, to take the ice off the inside of my bedroom window?’…. That made quite an impression on several levels and has stayed with me ever since….

There is a quote by an American visual artist Andrew Wyeth ( 1917-2009)

‘ I prefer winter and fall, when you can feel the bone structure in the landscapethe loneliness of it- the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it- the whole story doesn’t show. ‘

Wildflowers, by Gaby Compres

Daily Prompt….Have you ever broken a bone?

Let’s be wildflowers, let our souls be scattered by the wind.

Let us grow wild and free, tall and brave, in the places that we dream, in the places where our longings are filled.

Let us grow through the cracks of brokenness, and we will make everything beautiful.

I Sit Beside The Fire And Think

J.R.R. Tolkien

I sit beside the fire and think of all that I have seen

of meadow-flowers and butterflies in summers that have been;

Of yellow leaves and gossamer in autumns that there were,

with morning mist and silver sun and wind upon my hair.

I sit beside the fire and think of how the world will be

when winter comes without a spring that I shall ever see.

For still there are so many things that I have never seen:

in every wood and every spring there is a different green.

I sit beside the fire and think of people long ago

and people who will see a world that I will never know.

But all all the while I sit and think of times there were before,

I listen for returning feet and voices at the door.