Monday, October 26, 2009

Na'eelah gets her man

The orange pile under the box which Michael is reaching for is Doritos. He got to eat them after the shoot.

Michael's father Stephen tells me that a musician friend once told him that people who have perfect pitch are frequently rather tormented - because they can hear when something is wrong. Stephen did indeed sing Danny Boy for me, it was lovely in its imperfection.

This sense memory on a Room of One's Own is extraordinary.


Eva said...

Oh yes, I know about the agony of having the pitch.

femminismo said...

I would become Na'eelah's woman for some orange food like this!

Jasmine said...

Your post made me laugh. Love the rabbit trap... A room of ones own is beautiful Just visited.

Tomás Serrano said...

I like it. Very funny image.

Clowncar said... food.

My girl made a leprechaun trap just like this last year, and left it on the kitchen table. When she woke up the next morning, the table and all the chairs were upside down...and under the box was a note that said "Can't catch me!"

Anonymous said...

See, I reckon it should have been, Na'eelh gets her chip.

Titus said...

Excellent! Great Bushcraft.

We made alien traps last year. Had to bait them with Dad's boxer shorts, because Aliens Love Underpants. Caught two!

Isabel said...

Thank you my dear for your link to my little corner. I have yet to come by your place with time and undivided attention to fully appreciate your force of creativity and your wit with words.



We'll be back later tonight.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Finito Dorito!

aleph said...

The inversion of the trap concept! And the moral seems to be that almost all preys evade their captors and run away with the prize. Visiting "Room of One´s Own" is really worth.