Crazy is as crazy does.
It’s yesterday. I'm having tea in the back garden. My friend Ziva, of
Ziva's Inferno fame, has dropped by. We've known each other for what seems like years, and the tiny resident of Finland is comfortable enough to speak plainly.
Roth, you schmuck, she says, endearingly cuffing me round the head while standing on a box in four-inch heels,
why haven't you been taking part in the 30 Days Of Photography Challenge?
It’s a good question. The challenge, the illegitimate brainchild of bloggers Ziva and
Mike, sets a different topic every day for a month; one topic, one photo,
every day. I like the idea, and enjoy photography, but don’t want to hand my blog over to it for over four weeks to do it.
I mumble something noncommittal and gaze somewhat shiftily at the blue sky through the trees.
Ziva’s having none of it, but she knows I'm a tough sell; some guile hoves into view.
Indigo, why not do a catch-up entry at the weekend? she purrs amiably. Bless her, it almost sounds like a question. Game over.
Ziva even consents to a photo to get me started. However, as you can see, she's terribly camera shy.
Pointing out where the camera is doesn't seem to help. But what’s that you say, dear reader?
Hey Indigo! Wowsers, what awesome hair Ziva has!
I
know, right?!
So this is my catch-up. Fourteen days in one go. Run now, there’s still time.
Oh, the punchline? By the time I took the photos, Ziva had headed out for dinner with the house’s resident lion, King. I notice that my best necktie is missing.
What can I say? ZZ Top were
almost right.
Every girl’s crazy about a sharp-dressed cat.
Day 1 - Shiny
A metal peacock. Okay, tell me it’s not shiny.
Day 2 - Fast
When the doctor says to go easy on the fast food for a few weeks, I have no choice but to fast. A few blueberries and raspberries? Think of it as Dinner.
Day 3 – Above My Head
Sometimes you’re in the right place at the right time. Better yet, with a camera.
Day 4 - Sour
It’s better on the Continent, but the UK Fanta Lemon still rocks.
Day 5 - Lotion
Okay, not strictly lotion, but good for my hands.
Day 6 - Vibration
Good grief, I think my teeth are shaking.
Day 7 - Craftsman
“And He made an origami frog, an exquisite form from a single uncut square of Abaca fibre paper. And when He finished the intricate box pleating and shaping, He breathed life into it. And it jumped out of the window.”
Day 8 - Hair
Some have it, some don’t. On the whole, as a guy, I like “with”.
Day 9 - Rules
I don’t like Rules in general. I like Order. But in a car park, I like these rules just fine.
Day 10 - Stalker
It waits, it watches. And when the time is right, it strikes. And takes it home as a present for its mother.
Day 11 - Heavy
“It sat under sullen skies and in its stone, it knew the weight of its presence.”
Day 12 - Five
The five best tools I own.
Day 13 - Calm
Because Eternity is a long time, he insisted on quiet neighbours.
Day 14 - Secret
My lease does not allow me to have pets. But between you and me, this dog shares my house. I’m not sure how the landlord would feel about my fish. Or my peacock.
Indigo
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I was going to photograph it, honestly. But it was so hot and delicious, and demanded to be ravished. 
There's important things going on in the world. But we're fed this shit. Bread and circuses. 
The contents of my suit pocket. And it's a rare day; I'm carrying money. Yes, yes, and a nut; shiny, isn't it? 
I admit it; I'm unconventional. And a fan of Godzilla; I'm sure I'm not the only one. 
We all like shiny stuff. Even when blackened and tarnished. In the bathroom, though? Look, it works; go with it. 
Yes, I had to squeeze hard to hang onto them; it ended up like a scene from HELLRAISER. 
They're resurfacing my housing estate. Every day, a different road closure. The roads torn up again, bricks everywhere. Breaks my heart. 
I made this one a few years ago, when I was actively involved in the origami society here in the UK. Times changed, and circumstances meant I couldn't continue, which was a shame. However, while I was on board, a call went out for pieces to go on display in the Japanese Embassy in London.
A metal peacock. Okay, tell me it’s not shiny. 
