Eighties Palm Regret

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Palm fans, shot on the weekend, get  some (probably regrettable) 1980s neon  hues.

No idea why, as I spent most of that decade running from that particular art and fashion tendency.

Possibly it’s a bad flashback to a time that had no regrets about itself, even though it damn well should have. I am looking at you, Boy George and Wham…

And I had a thing for potted palms at the time, thinking they were the height of  interior decorating sophistication, dragging them around from one short term abode to the next.

Ah, good times…

 

Food That Pleases

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Majestic Diner, Atlanta GA

You don’t come to this joint, or others like it, for the haute cuisine.

You might though if you’re hungry, famished even, need coffee (and lots of it), chat with a friend, or just hang out at any time of the day or night. And you can see your meal cooking on the grill in the kitchen before you get it.

The art deco neon signage in the top picture proclaims the simple pleasure of food.

The diner is described in utilitarian fashion on the internet thus: “Landmark diner serving classics including blue-plate specials & grits 24/7 since 1929”.

Heritage, check.

All day, every day, check.

Grits, check.

And not just any grits. Buttered grits. That come with your eggs.

Cheese, too, in your “de luxe burger”. All kinds, as long as its American or Swiss, and you don’t mind that the Swiss sort is probably American too. If you’re eating the burger, you don’t mind, because you’re probably starving or just not that fussy.

It’s all splendidly functional, yet the old school diner revels in its own American history and mythology, as told in film, story and song. Tom Waits’s ‘Nighthawks At The Diner’ album and Suzanne Vega’s ‘Tom’s Diner’ are memorable examples of the latter.

Everyone needs to eat, and diners are non-denominational temples to food where the sacraments are served to the faithful, good, quick and hot.

Egalitarian, in that the rich and poor, the loved and the lonely, and those of every stripe in between, get the same service and can all chow down or sip coffee in proximity to each other, without anyone really giving a flying f**k about who you are or why you are there.

Food, and a vibe, that pleases…

 

 

 

Cross The Sky

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Deconscecrated Church, Glenfield NZ.

The simplicity of the circled cross, a stark symbol against the deep blue sky.

The symmetry of the angled white timber work under the eaves.

Two gleaming halves, mirror images.

They drew me in, these minor miracles, when I visited the building yesterday.

The former church has lost its sacred status to fulfill other uses today, but its uncomplicated appearance still has a striking purity about it…

Magnolia Dream

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The soft, creamy hues of the magnolia flower with its opulent scent – summer signifiers.

So grateful to have a large tree in our backyard, and I took and made this picture last night after some evening rain had fallen.

The distinctive aroma of the flower was magnified by the warm, moist air.

When the tree was planted by us 20 years ago, this image was the dream in my mind…

 

‘Truly Twisted’,Twisted

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Yesterday’s post Truly Twisted‘s vine picture gets the gothic makeover.

I have the flu and am struggling in the fizzing positivity stakes, in case you couldn’t guess. Rehashing an image is certainly not beneath me today.

Today’s not so inspiring words to match come from the heavy metal heart of Glen Danzig:

“Got a little twist of Cain, from the god below “

  (Danzig, ‘Twist Of Cain’)

Murder, check. Satan, check.

…add them to the list of unpleasant twisty things.