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Postcards From Barbary Lane
Mona Ramsey’s cosmic chants are interrupted as an old friend phones to say he’s heading to Russian Hill. I love Chloe Webb’s expression here as she plays the spaced-out hippy designer…
This is the first in an occasional series of mementoes from Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City, with visuals from the TV series and quotes from his books. Everyone has fond memories of the show from way back, and these are imaginary messages from 28 Barbary Lane. The vintage look illustrates the history of Tales which stretches all the way back to the 70s.
The cool thing about these is you can actually send them as postcards (by email of course) to your favourite Tales fan. Stay tuned for more Postcards soon.
Two Years Old Today!
Ok, it says ‘1 year old’, but this is last year’s birthday card, and I can’t be bothered changing it to a ‘2’.
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It’s a lot of work (some people think it’s a real neon sign according to Pinterest!) I’ve had the best time blogging on WordPress, meeting new people and making connections with like-minded people around the planet. I’ve had an instant and appreciative audience for my photography, videos and artwork and even some music that I’ve made. We’ve been visited by the famous, and featured in French newspapers and Freshly Pressed.
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99,000 hits, 876 followers and 8 awards… blow that trumpet.
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Here’s to many more years of The Vibes!

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Heidi the German Schnauzer
This is a portrait of Heidi, our family dog back in the 80s. She passed away a few years ago, but she charmed the pants off everyone she met. Walks with Heidi were long but we never got very far as people stopped to fuss over her and ask what breed she was. A salt and pepper miniature German Schnauzer, she was a thoroughbred and given to the family by an allergic aunt. Despite being pretty small, she could jump on her hind legs and lick the face of our father who was six feet tall, earning her the nickname ‘Pogo’.
Every morning she would have toast and bowl of warm tea, and had an endearing habit of cocking her head when you asked her a question, which the photographer has captured perfectly here. My abiding memory of Heidi was a grouchy old man stopping us on a walk to say ‘That’s not a dog, it’s a frilly nightie-case!’










