Future Past

Ellen Rogers

Florida

Amy Merrick

Capturing

Sarah Gleeson

Dear deer beds

 Katherine Wolkoff

Makes me happy to think about the warmth of these secret spaces

Time Without Clocks

Oh, Picnic at Hanging Rock how I wish I could transport myself to either melt into your pages or dance in your stills.  I really liked the book as a teen and I remember watching the film many times. I just loved the dreamy state it would induce. I have recently relocated not far from the Hanging Rock as today being Valentine's I was tempted to bunk off work for a picnic. Unfortunately the universe had different plans and my Valentines has consisted of waking with puffy eyes fromcrying to much during this film, my BF singin me (a rather misplaced and off key) Happy Birthday in my place of employments, due I think to a coma like induced state from working double shifts for the last two weeks, and I am now home alone eatting tacos, and looking at pretty internets 1, 2, 3.

 I have also been reading about the author Joan Lindsay, as I was trying to find evidence of a vague story I have had in my head. While travelling with her partner, she had a vision on nuns running through a paddock. She later learned that this place was the site of a convent which years earlier had been destroyed by fire. This is the kind of thing that will stick in my head, but I will never know how it found its way in.

While internet digging I found these lovely photographs. Lindsay used her school days as a base for the story of Picnic at Hanging Rock; I think you can feel it from the photograph of them as young women. I rather hope they bunked off class.

'Three Remarkable Women' is inscribed in pencil on the reverse of this photograph in Leslie Henderson's hand. Marion Boyd Wanliss (1896-1984) became a medical practicioner, Leslie Moira Henderson (d. 1982) became an author and niece of Vida Goldstein and Joan a'Beckett Weigall (1896-1984) later married Sir Daryl Linsday and was an author of several titles including 'Picnic at Hanging Rock' and 'Time Without Clocks'.

 

Things I found at the Market today

I set out to the market this morning with the desire to purchase a carnivorous plant; I have always wanted something akin to Morticia's Cleopatra seen here. 

Unfortunately, a quick hunt proved fruitless so I shall have to wait until next week. 

What I did find was a punnet of local blueberries, a nasturtium plant, a wonderful horror album filled with stills from 1919 through to 1971 of the best horror films and a copy of Colin Wilson's Poltergeist. So I walked home reading about Fairies, Elementals and Dead Monks, not a bad unplanned Sunday.

The end of everything

While browsing in Paradise Books, I came across a photograph of Marilyn Monroe, which I am sure, I had never seen. Andre de Dienes is the photographer and the photos where taken in either 1952 or 1953. The text stated that Monroe had called de Dienes late one night unable to sleep and in the grip of a dark depression. He picked her up and they took these shots in the dingy back alleys of the Hollywood hills. The cars headlights light the shots. Monroe told de Dienes to title the shots The end of everything. They seem like stills from a dark little fairytale.