17th December 2010
Motzfeldsgt, Oslo, Norway
This was an experiment in tree climbing drunk. I don’t exactly recommend it. Not long after part 2 finished – Kaia had a slight fall. It was from right near the ground as she was assisted out of the tree – in the same way she was assisted into the tree… So. What’s the lesson here? She was the first ‘guest’ to fall. A bump on the head.
On another note. Regarding tree 214, – I passed through central Oslo today and it turns out someone had climbed into the tree to get my sign out. I could tell by all the broken twigs around the trunk. Not my style. I wonder what chain of bureaucracy led to that happening. What was the process? Who noticed it and made the call? What went through their minds? Was it the police?
I’ve no idea how long it was there or if many people saw it. Still. Was well worth it.
2nd October 2010
New Forest, Hampshire, UK.
If there’s someone qualified to talk about family, – the potential horrors and possibility it’s Rachael, who is a brilliant social worker for abused young people. Instead of that she’s using her own child (within) and we’re playing conkers (and apples). We’re in the new forest, and it started raining as we mounted the battle branch. I thought to play conkers with an old school friend – one I played conkers with 25 years ago, but he was up to his eyeballs with work and Rachel seemed like the perfect replacement, what with her ‘juvenile’ spirit, and the new forest a fitting location, not because it’s rammed with conker trees, (because it’s not – we had a hard time finding some), but because it’s a famous old wild wood I grew up near to. (does anyone know new forest history – or conkers history). The new forest isn’t particularly new at all. It’s a proper English forest with knarly (gnarly) old oaks and dark boggy corners. There are ponies hanging around too – mostly in the open heath-lands and fern and bracken expanses. So it’s raining and the sun is going down. For these reasons it feels a bit rushed and we’re sticking to the task of seed and fruit warfare, rather than chucking in a bit of family matter.
I shouldn’t say this but in a way we’re ramming wool through tree eggs, or embryos. Nah … they’re seeds. Incidentally – this wool has been taken from a basket of the stuff that will be tied into a rug. A skill my Norwegian grandmother passed on to my mum. There had to be a family connection somewhere. When my grandmother died at age 94, she’d only recently stopped making these things. I got the family to photograph the rugs gifted to them by her. The photos have been sat on my computer and it was doing this conker challenge, and needing string (all that I found was the coloured wool) that’s prompting me to put the photo’s together. She was a kind of matriarch who held the family together in some ways, so here’s a picture of her rugs scattered throughout the family. (I’ll add the montage here when it’s done). It’s a pity wool doesn’t grow on trees for an extra dimension bringing it all – should I say tying it all together.
I ought to mention the apples were maggotty (maggoty correct spelling) or stunted so no real waste of food was performed. I’m sounding so green pious. So apart from stealing a trees children this was jolly good wholesome fun. Smashing the apples was specially satisfying. Recommended. Maybe tomatoes – or watermelons next time. But I promise to eat the exploded pieces off the floor. Get Geoff Capes or a circus strong man involved … or my big cousin …. but maybe not use wool for that. (thanks to Paul ____ for being photographer).
12th August 2010
Le dun de PILA, France.
Jungle jumble. Get some order in this mess! … (imagine it) rows … of trees in the right places. Assist the growth … (number the trees). EU bananas but forests. What would become of things if bureaucrats carried on taking over. Uniform trees and forests. Of course for example much of Finland is grown in this way… at least grown as a harvest for the wood. If you fly over Finland it looks like natural forest and tons of it but it aint.
But what about genetic trees that grow perfectly uniform. It could conceivably become fashionable. A world of people brought up as OCD where a natural forest – one you might visit in a arboreal museum looks untidy and the visitors can’t believe a forest used to look like this. Dead fallen branches and rotting vegetation and everything competing for light – reaching to the cracks of light and adapting/surviving by growing a unique shape. Fitting into the available resources. Finding a niche.
We all know the beauty is in the chaos. The crooked and windy and broken. A properly unmanaged forest has something totally calming. Conversely – apparently a managed forest grows better/mor effectively. So perhaps a McDonalds forest is what we need. Efficient, cheap and the leaves swept by teenagers. However, if McDonalds started planting forests instead of cutting them down then … Hazaah.
Encroaching desert … water shortage/cypruss … (Sorry to bang on …).
A crap load of sand.
Start looking like my holiday snaps – they kind of are … I’m on a holiday.