Papounet and Little My, summer 2012.
“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems… But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them… In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And so it will be as if all the stars will be laughing when you look at the sky at night..You, only you, will have stars that can laugh! And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me… You will always be my friend. You will want to laugh with me. And you will sometimes open your window, so, for that pleasure… It will be as if, in place of the stars, I had given you a great number of little bells that knew how to laugh.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
The Weekly Photo Challenge this week is entitled Gone, But Not Forgotten. This post is in loving memory of Papounet, who would have been eighty years old today.
MM is feeling guilty, because she doesn’t have much time for blogging at the moment. New posts are in the pipeline, I promise… and lots of reading, too. In the mean time, here is my contribution to today’s daily prompt about junk. I’m fascinated by the way nature or humanity repossesses unwanted objects that are abandoned. I’ve got a fair few pictures I took with Candide Canon -here are a few examples I found locally. I hope you enjoy them! MM.
Oh, go on, then, WordPress, you’ve twisted my arm again. Today’s Daily Prompt asks photographers for a photo illustrating the word “HELP”.
Here is Murphy, our unlucky black cat, who illustrates the word far better than I ever could.
I couldn’t resist this WordPress challenge. Describe unconventional love, and post a picture of something unconventional? Deal!
I’m a pretty unconventional person all round; many would argue that I am one can short of a six pack. In any case, my acute case of Peter Pan Syndrome (my term for never, ever wanting to grow up) makes life much more fun for a pretend grown-up (shhh, it’s our secret).
Typical Playmobil scenario when I play with Little My. Copyright Multifarious meanderings.
My most unconventional love is therefore for playing. Playing hard, playing fast, and above all, playing silly buggers (as my wonderful Mancunian Grandmother used to say). I love playing Playmobils with my daughter, who sometimes rolls her eyes and tells me to grow up. But I won’t. Read more about the dark side of Playmobilia here.
My family is equally loopy: put them on a beach on Christmas Eve (the best time ever to flee conventions and play in the sand), and they’ll immediately find the only waylaid soldier’s helmet on the entire French coastline and combine it with a dustbin support on the beach to do something totally…. unconventional. I love it, and I love them.
Rugbyboy illustrating the “unconventional” family gene on a beach on Christmas Eve.
I love these photo challenges. This week asks for a picture illustrating the word “Up”. I had difficulty choosing, and finally plunked for this one, taken by PF in a spiral staircase in Pezenas. Little My is peering upwards from the ground floor. In this photo, I see my daughter’s impatience to discover and explore on her way up life’s twisting staircase, step by eye-opening step. I wish her a fabulous journey.
Looking up the staircase of life…..