Euphoria is born on a lazy Sunday morning,
Wrapped in a blanket, fingers gently grazing
Your collarbone, or combing through messy sleep-hair
As you plant a kiss on my cheek, and whisper
A soft good morning in my ear.
A tranquil afternoon in a forest by a lake – 35mm film
I visited the Mount Lofty botanic gardens in the Adelaide Hills recently, which is a quite different experience to visiting the city botanic gardens, especially because on this particular day, it was almost empty, other than a couple of lone wanderers. Other times I have been there it’s been filled with families and other people,…
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20 things I learned by 2020
Since the journey through the 20’s and my 20’s is about to begin, this is sort of letter to myself reflecting on 20 things I’ve learned over the past two decades of my existence.
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Songs in the skull – A poem
To day dreaming-ly hum is perhaps
My brain’s break
From my own thoughts,
Because it feels like somebody else
Is thinking them.
Machine Brain
A forty minute bumpy ride, with engine rumbles disrupting the air that I hear but don’t listen to and even the voices that fill my diminishing personal space are just white noise in my quiet. Somehow I’d forgotten how to lose myself in thought. I’d forgotten what escape was. I’d forgotten that this time was…
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Sunset at Henley Beach on 35mm film
A gallery of recent film photos I took at sunset at Henley beach, plus some thoughts on the creative process behind them.
Whenever I take my camera to the beach I always feel the need to hold back from taking an entire roll of the same photo, but it seems that even if I feel like I’m doing that, I never actually am.
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April/May Snapshot on 35mm film
This is an assortment of photos (posted pretty much in order) I took throughout April and May on film. I shot 2 rolls of Kodak Colourplus 200 film and one roll of Kodak 400Tmax Black and White Film, and I’ve picked some of my favourites to share. It’s the first time I’ve ever used Tmax…
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not every silence is silent – a poem
an utterance is the heart’s way of shouting
but it does not rupture the enigma of a liminal space,
I am not waiting on the brink of a question, I am only
listening to a smooth swell of musical crescendo
As murmurs become a gentle nudge to fall out of almost-asleep
and into a dream that fills the night silence, not
with noise, but an explosion of colours
and stories we would never think to tell,
infused with (only-imagined) sounds.
The nature of me – A poem
My words are the leaves the trees grow,
I need them so I can bloom.
To stop writing is to leave me lost
Wilted, withered in the gloom.
I listen to the trees, they help me breathe,
Clear my head when it gets crowded.
They remind me the sky won’t always be blue
And my mind too, will sometimes be clouded.
Blooming in the rain – A poem
april showers bring may flowers
and there is purpose in the rain
the human heart holds strength in powers
to control suffering when there’s pain
there are only shadows because there’s sun
without light all life would turn dour
with rain, melancholy flowers can bloom
no matter how broken, our heart is still ours
Lauren Kathleen 