Market Day

Posted by sarah on February 15th, 2005 filed in Uncategorized
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Fresh cut tomatos, ready for some olive oil and seasoning, and shavings of hard cheese, and then moments under the sun.
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Veggie Monster

Posted by sarah on February 14th, 2005 filed in Uncategorized
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I love veggie monsters!!!
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Private garden statue

Posted by sarah on February 13th, 2005 filed in cemetaries
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I bet you’ll never see this beauty ever in your life. And if you have, don’t tell me. I want to keep the image all for myself. Actually, I want the whole garden for myself. I’m greedy.
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Sun Flower

Posted by sarah on February 12th, 2005 filed in Uncategorized
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Don’t tell me it is out of season. Everything’s in season somewhere. And I need a splace of summer today.
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Pink Shadow

Posted by sarah on February 11th, 2005 filed in unusual things
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Just another haunting moment;
a trick of time and light.
That special instant locked in time
of magical delight!
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Cheesey

Posted by sarah on February 10th, 2005 filed in Uncategorized
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Goat cheese and sesame seeds, ready for pepper and some heat. Nummy.
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Secret Sleeper

Posted by sarah on February 9th, 2005 filed in strangers
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I loved watching this image in the night. There were 6 of us sharing bunks in a youth hostel in Budapest I think. Four were me mates, and I can’t remember the name of this girl. Amanda, I think. Me being a non-sleeper at the best of times killed a couple of hours before dawn snapping pictures in the dead city. This was the best.
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Mechanical Bite and Pieces

Posted by sarah on February 6th, 2005 filed in unusual things
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I just love the flower in the machine metaphor.
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Self Portrait

Posted by sarah on February 6th, 2005 filed in herself
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And where the fuck is that red stinking wheel barrow
that stole my soul with its own careful words.
Just for once, I would like to fill it for myself
with offal and dregs of purlieus shit.
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