finchley

finchley road, london, london streets, old street signs, united kingdom, photography, brick background, west end lake, northwest london, exploring europe, missing letters, black and white letters

  i stumbled upon this dreamy tunnel whilst exploring a little corner of northwest london, near finchley road. nearby were signs advertising farmer’s markets both at west hampstead and swiss cottage. perhaps i’ll visit them over the weekend – over … Continue reading

as far as weekends go

saturday, weekend in london, london, photography, spring is here, tiny white flowers, look like pearls, white and blue, spring in the city, adventures in europe, an american in london, richmond park, deer park, wildlife, springtime bliss, watching me

i haven’t decided if i regret inviting the neighborhood pigeons to feast on my balcony. they came, they conquered, and my bird feeder was violated in such a way that it surely suffers from ptsd. it probably dreams of light sparrow pecks … Continue reading

pigeon toes and chummy squirrels

pigeon on my hand, friendly pigeon, london, birds in london, pigeon eating from my hand, is he studying me like i'm studying him, beautiful pigeon, their earth too, lovely bird, pretty bird, st james park, royal parks, buckingham palace, feeding the birds in the park

today was for wandering. i checked the weather forecast before leaving my london flat, decided against an umbrella, and set out with my laptop, a pocketful of mixed nuts, plastic baggies, and my keepcup in tow. alas, today was also … Continue reading

smallholdings – my feathered future

mark hearld, st jude, smallholding, farm, sustainability, illustration, chickens

when searching the term “smallholding” on the internet, you come across these types of images:    basically, smallholding is homesteading is sustained living is getting back to the basics and feeding your family with the {pun intended} fruits of your … Continue reading

morning eyes

natural colors, moss, growing north, the ladys guide to adventure, sunrise, springtime

today’s listenings: ray lamontagne {artist} gossip in the grain {album} with slightly more than a handful of days left in america, i feel myself looking a little closer and for a little longer at the wonderful parts of the life that … Continue reading

the little cicada

the ladys guide to adventure, cicada, dead bug, beautiful creature, rosalie melin, bok choy leaf, the little dead cicada, blogging about bugs, honor, wildlife, dead body

little cicada.

i found him earlier today.
he must have become caught between the screen and
glass panes of the kitchen window, and died on the sill.
when i was young, i spent hours collecting the delicate brown shells of resident cicadas, discarded ever so carefully on the conifer trees in my backyard. this was the beginning of a fascination, an obsession, even with the bits and pieces that creatures harmlessly leave behind. exoskeletons. feathers. antlers. scales. and finally, bones. i see them not as garbage, but as gifts, for what hope do we have if we can’t see beauty in the smallest parts of our world?

little cicada.
this entire post is entirely for you.

the day the sky spewed vegetables

draught cider, apple day in borough market, apple day october 20, borough market celebrations, the lions part, apple cider in london, festivity in london, southwark, apple cider, hot mulled cider

london is not a place where boredom is an acceptable state of being. there is too much going on, too many lost people subconsciously searching for other lost people. it was on a chilly, arbitrary morning when i went looking … Continue reading

a glimpse of a year

succulents, propagation, plants, nature, beautiful

i won’t be having the perfect new year’s. i’ll be coming straight from work to a local greek restaurant where my family and a band will be waiting, to bid the old year goodbye. most likely, i’ll slip on my … Continue reading

busy seeing the world…

and i prosper.

on recommendation from a lovely new friend in london, i am here, in turin or torino. i have yet to discover why italian cities have italian versions of their city names. i can’t think of another country that does this.
on the first of october, i set out on an eighteen day adventure {my biggest adventure yet} around southern europe.

there is so much to say about my experiences thus far. so much, in fact, that i don’t feel as though i can even begin to write about them.
there is not much time to blog when you’re busy seeing the world.

as for now, i should probably finish my (seventeenth) cappuccino of the day, and give myself back to the beautiful streets of turin.

[by the time i leave italy, i will no longer have blood, but cappuccino, running through my veins.]

i promise, i promise, i promise, hang in there for me. i have so much to write about, just very little opportunity to do so at the moment.

for now, i’ll leave you with pictures.

{barcelona, spain}

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{bergamo, italy}

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{turin, italy}

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i no longer trust anyone who says “growing up is not all it’s cracked up to be” and “wait until you get to the real world.”
growing up is the most fun i have ever had and the real world is more beautiful than anything i could have imagined.

with love,
{rosaliemelin}

turn on, tune in, drop off

it’s cold outside. i know this because my hands feel like ice, even if my core is burning from the walk here. here? just a bus stop, one like many others. but, today is different. in five minutes time, i … Continue reading