If I were a lady of leisure I would eat quail eggs every day.


Travelling makes it harder to paint anything serious so instead, I am keep wet sketchy notes in camera and by hand. 

Scottish Flowers



Song for An Able Bastard

I wish I loved an honest girl,

Unseeking and unsought,

Whose lips were soft as they were shy,

And not as they’d been taught


I wish— but what’s the use of that? 

The only She in town

Is not so honest as she’s fair—

She’s light as thistle-down!


And that’s my luck, for I was born

When a March moon was mad;

I wish I loved an honest girl-

I wish my father had.


Eric Linklater (1899-1974)

Reading Scottish poetry in honor of my current location. But not all Scottish flowers have spines.




A very hapa birthday



Hapa:  a person of mixed Asian or Pacific Islander Heritage.

In my case Japanese, Chinese, Scottish and English. I am not sure what the child of a rice cooker and a toaster would be but I’m sure that it would be fabulous. Suggestions? Other ways to think about one’s heritage?

So today is my birthday and I am lucky to be surrounded by loved ones some of whom provided me some rather lovely loot. Especially books, old and new.   There is something rather satisfying about seeing them together. Perhaps this a weird caught between time, but I am a weird caught between person and I rather enjoy it.