Saturday, January 31

last year, the lovely Tara Sinn wrote to me saying...

please finish this sentence for me:

"when i think of horses..."


this was my reply:


when i think of horses i think of them at twilight.
i'm riding a black mare and we are friends, she can read my mind and she knows that this is my favourite time of day.
i ride bareback and sometimes i just lay down while she walks slowly around the meadow in the half light.
when i think of horses i think of them in lemon sunlight which is so bright i have to look through my eyelashes. i am riding a white mare and it's 1971 and my hair is very long and so is my maxi dress and it's muddy from the fields.
Her mane is long long long, almost touching the ground.
We gallop and i can hardly breathe and i can see the ocean in the distance and the gold evening light is just like that scene in 'play misty for me' when clint eastwood seduces donna mills.


nicky peacock, england.
xxx


from tara's zine 'horse girls'

Thursday, January 29

Saturday, January 24

  • falling for my new everything
  • mystery of the late night feline operatics
  • lights and buds for the lonely tree
  • starting monday
  • white phosphorus
  • the lying, the wish and the white rose

Monday, January 12

  • i remember making lists, just for you
  • bouncing dishes/regency sofa
  • my cursor has become invisible
  • re-organizing the books in the darkroom
  • dreams of paper dolls and things that are naughty
  • crumpets and 10mgs of tar
  • kissing booth $1
  • eureka and slare queeny

Wednesday, January 7

Tuesday, January 6

i made a scrapbook.
a bit like the one i made when lady di got married.
but different.
no pretty dresses, no sugar paper.

sleepwalker seeks same



oh and a couple of my pictures made it on to this really nice website
the photographic dictionary

do you want to play a little game and try and find me?
i'll give you a clue...
i'm in T & S

Friday, January 2