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If you haven't already done so, take a moment and add yourself to my Frappr map, consider helping me a resolution for this new working week. It's Monday, it's Monday Yellow:

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts.
The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper
sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds.

The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes,
new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.

Art: Mr. Greenjeans - The Clock is Ticking
Words: Carl Sandburg - Autumn Movement

I know this will not interest everyone, but the weblog awards (also known as the "bloggies") are currently being decided by us, the browsing public.

Before I give you the address let me attempt to influence you slightly with a few of my favourites up for various awards:

• Best European Weblog: We Make Money Not Art


• Best British or Irish Weblog: Londonist


• Best Canadian Weblog: Daily Dose of Imagery


• Best Photography of a Weblog: Chromasia


• Best Community Weblog: PostSecret


• Weblog of the Year: Lifehacker

You have arrived at the penultimate instalment of Angel art on Red Thursday. Obviously creative licence has been used with the following image, so behold a remix of the over-photographed, Angel of the North:



"Now go, lead the people to the place I spoke of, and my angel will go before you. However, when the time comes for me to punish, I will punish them for their sin." Exodus 32:34

Art by: vee8
As a side note, knowing it is relevant to some of you, vee8 has a goldmine of graffiti art and other excellent ephemera.

As your author, the provider of borrowed colours, I'd like to make a special request:

If you haven't added yourself to my map, please do. My map is currently a barron wasteland, held up by only a few kind souls. Be you a regular or a first timer, if your browser has a little picture of Broadway Tower in the top right hand corner, you are welcome to add yourself (and if it doesn't, you can do it anyway).

Click here, add yourself to my world map

I'll take a chance, knowing your good character, and thank you in advance.

Welcome, take your prefered seat, it's time to get started.
Change has begun and I can just about leave my flat each morning without requiring the use of headlights, turns out it's true and there is a tilt to our axis. Who would have thought it.

Anyway, I shall delay no more, it's our regular dose of Monday Yellow:

A Sloop of Amber slips away
Upon an Ether Sea,
And wrecks in Peace a Purple Tar,
The Son of Ecstasy—

Art: Kiki J - Elegance
Words: Emily Dickinson - A Sloop of Amber

If it isn't obvious already, I love a series. Not only is today a Thursday, therefore a Red Thursday, the following trilogy of red-related share one of my favourite themes - angels. I'd like to explore, through photography, a little of our modern day use of these mighty beings:



"You've come to Mount Zion, the city where the living God resides. The invisible Jerusalem is populated by throngs of festive angels and Christian citizens. It is the city where God is Judge, with judgments that make us just." Hebrews 12:22-23

Captured by: E v v a, who I noticed also has some beautiful work on both trees and people.

The weekend is over, today we share another Monday Yellow, perhaps the following served in the unopening of your weekend:

A hand is not four fingers and a thumb.

Nor is it palm and knuckles, not ligaments or the fat's yellow pillow,
not tendons, star of the wristbone, meander of veins.

A hand is not the thick thatch of its lines
with their infinite dramas, nor what it has written,
not on the page, not on the ecstatic body.

Nor is the hand its meadows of holding, of shaping—
not sponge of rising yeast-bread, not rotor pin's smoothness, not ink.

The maple's green hands do not cup the proliferant rain.
What empties itself falls into the place that is open.

A hand turned upward holds only a single, transparent question.

Unanswerable, humming like bees, it rises, swarms, departs.

Art: Curlylocks - CorkScrew
Words: Jane Hirshfield - A Hand

Welcome to a very brief, New Years 2006, update for Sirharris.com
As you may have noticed, I have taken a pause from the usual biweekly updating of both Monday Yellow and Red Thursday. This break will continue until Monday 16th, when our normality may resume.

This only leaves me to close by wishing you a Happy New Year.