Angel Food Cake with Strawberry, Blueberry, and Orange Sauce by jkpa on Flickr.
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I’m trying to work on my food a little more now. There’s so much to learn, food preparation wise. Each shot I take now I am unhappy with nearly as soon as I take them. Hopefully I can slow down and begin to experiment more soon.
So, ehm, according to the book, Syd’s floorboards are actually PURPLE and orange. Not blue and orange.
My whole life is a lie
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Hoodoo Voodoo by Ben H. on Flickr.
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Hoodoo, also known as conjure, is a form of predominantly African-American traditional folk magic that developed from the syncretism of a number of separate cultures and magical traditions – at least according to Wikipedia. And I always thought a hoodoo was just a pile of dirt with a rock on top. One of the world’s largest populations of hoodoos is found in Northern New Mexico, in the Bisti Badlands, conveniently located exactly 47.2 miles from nothing. These particular hoodoos were captured just moments before the sun dipped below the horizon, against an unusually cloud-filled sky. Returning to the trailhead involved a lengthy hike in the dark through a labyrinth of geological apparitions undoubtedly created by the magical process from which their names are derived.
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In accordance with what seems to be becoming a tradition for me, I spent my first night in Singapore wandering the streets alone, stopping only for food, beer and cigarettes. I didn’t have to go far from my hotel before my attention was arrested, first by the sounds of percussion. At a nearby food court - the kind with character: cracked tiles, fluorescent lights, brightly coloured plastic chairs and smoking, loudmouthed locals; not pristine tables, polished glass and wealthy tourists - a troupe of young men was performing a dragon dance. With each clash of cymbals and each bang of the drums, I felt the stresses of air travel being beaten away and my senses opening, to be filled with music, colours and the smell of durian. I remembered the first night I ever spent in this city, and felt glad to be back.
Singapore, 2012.
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When Water Meets Color by Ben Heine on Flickr.
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A picture I took from a small bridge in Venice, Italy.
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When Water Meets Color
A poem by Peter S. Quinn
Our dreams are in between
All our touch and feeling
Nothing ever ever seem
From your heart there stealing
All you give must be of you
Every word and meaning
Let it come and be so true
Not just only there seeming
Much goes the other way
Without nothing too close
Each day a complicated day
As life together goes
You may have meanings and need
But nothing’s there forever
This at least’s how I life read
It isn’t about being clever
Our dreams are what have been
Still around there wheeling
Some is dark in its light beam
Complex with its feeling
All you give must come and be
Both inside and from outside
Let your heartbeat now be free
With your love in truth abide
“Syd is 25 now, and worried about getting old. ‘I wasn’t always this introverted,’ he says, ‘I think young people should have a lot of fun. But I never seem to have any.’ Suddenly he points out the window. ‘Have you seen the roses? There’s a whole lot of colours.’ Syd says he doesn’t take acid anymore, but he doesn’t want to talk about it… ‘There’s really nothing to say.’ He goes into the garden and stretches out on an old wooden seat. ‘Once you’re into something…’ he says, looking very puzzled. He stops. ‘I don’t think I’m easy to talk about. I’ve got a very irregular head. And I’m not anything that you think I am anyway.’”
— Rolling Stone, Dec 1971
“We got hold of some liquid LSD bottles, laid out hundreds of sugarcubes in rows and put two drops on each. But the stuff was so strong we were absorbing it through our fingers, or more likely by licking it off them. As it took effect we had no idea which cubes we had done, so many of them probably got double doses while the rest did not have any. Syd had his plum, orange and matchbox and was sitting staring at them during his trip. Whatever he was into was his whole world - to him the plum was the planet Venus and the orange was Jupiter. Syd was floating in space between them.”
— Ian Moore (Syd’s friend)
