Bicycles from France

I got taken to Cannes for the Advertising Awards. I collected pictures of bicycles, proof that I was missing my boyfriend, who photographs bicycles wherever he goes.

But what, am I going to let these pictures rot in my iPhoto library? No. I will let them ride free on the internet.

SHARK!

Although I painted this a long time ago, I felt like posting it. I love this shark. He is so scary, but so cute at the same time. Do you see the blood on his teeth? And yet he seems to be . . . smiling. Friendly-like. You know?

Bad-ass Bird

I just watched an olive thrush pick an earthworm out of the mud and chop him into little pieces with his beak. Like a worm salad. Then swallow the squirming earthworm bits up one at a time. Really relishing him, and eating it slowly. Delicious?

Or, actually, he could have been thinking "shit goddamn I really wish I had a pizza".

Who knows?

I Forgot

Wow. I forgot I had this blog. Life got crazy. I will now use it again.

This quite nice. In December, I took these photos for a bead man who we know quite well because we holiday in Knysna every Christmas, and he has his store right outside the place we stay. His name is Evans. He used to be an art teacher in Zimbabwe before a whole bunch of teachers lost their jobs and he couldn't find work, so he came to South Africa, and ended up selling beaded animals and things to tourists. Anyway, I had this wicked idea. I took photos of all the big animals he has. Then I printed them and put them into a photo album. Now he has a book of reference animals that people can order from when he doesn't have any on display. He smsed me in January to say that it's working wonders for his business.

That makes me happy.

Beware Of Snakes

This is a sign I photographed at Maropeng, in the Cradle Of Mankind in Magaliesburg. It's a museum dedicated to the history of evolution in the area. And boy, do they have snakes.

Sugar Packet Patterns

An Itchy Head Kind Of Day

Our receptionist - if you can call her that - is off sick again and I have been helping out answering phones. I am really crap at that. I am a chronic daydreamer, so I won't hear the phone ring until it's been going for aaaaaages. But I have an amazingly fancy phone voice, you should hear me. If you judged me from my fancy phone answering voice, you'd think of me as supremely well groomed and respectable. I am neither. I can just fool you with my fake phoneline fanciness. 

Really, I am just writing this to break up the monotony of this day. We have been so busy. All I do is churn out jobs at this is gut-wrenching pace with no lunch breaks, no time to rest my aching head, no time to sort out those stupid things I have to sort out, like bills I have to pay. 

Sometimes a bit of goofing off can make you feel good about work again. I wish I was more like our receptionist. Every time our boss is on a shoot, she gets this mysterious recurring "Throat Infection". Shame. She can't even call anybody to let us know she isn't coming in. Again. It also causes temporary paralysis of her fingers so she can't sms anyone. Poor thing.

I wish I was more like her sometimes. Get a few extra days off, you know? But I am not. I take life quite seriously. Being alive and involved is important to me. Being a wet sack is such a waste of life.

Says me. Taking ten minutes out of my day to amuse myself with a bit of blogging. 

What a slacker.

Okay, I am going for coffee now. I really do love that coffee machine. On my way to work this morning I was thinking back to how much money I used to spend on that morning pre-work cappuccino every day. I mostly stopped when the boss brought the coffee machine over. I can't drink that fucking instant stuff. I am a bit like the princess and the pea when it comes to coffee. Or just a plain old snob. In a way, I kind of gave myself a raise. Which means, if I really wanted to, I could go shopping RIGHT NOW and get myself another super soft little round neck jersey from Woolworths.