Weekly Photo Challenge: Chaos

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At the moment Dublin city center is filled with the chaos of Luas construction work. And as most chaos does this has created circle upon circle of chaos in Dublin’s daily life. Cars are rerouted, streets narrowed down creating tricky traffic situations all over town. As a cyclist I often feel more than a little risk as cars come to close and double-Decker buses even closer.

So when I read the title of this weeks photo challenge I was reminded of a sculpture I saw in Berlin a few years ago. It was at the center of a community garden near Kreuzberg, colourful bikes were wrapped around an old tree in a somewhat haphazard fashion creating a vibrant bit of chaos at the center of the clam of nature.

bike sculpture – beautiful chaos

 

 

messy Monday

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Today I spent most of my morning trying to get to grips with my messy desk. Somehow, and I do suspect some very naughty elves have been at work, piles of letters, paperwork, notebooks and newspaper clippings have been piled onto my small desk and created chaos.

So I waded my way through the debris of the weekend to unearth my to-do list and have quickly discovered that right there at the bottom I had written  ‘desk’. Such a small work encompassing so much work.

But since I hate working surrounded by chaos I have now spent the best part of the day sorting and tidying and not getting much else done. But with the clock ticking and my classes still in need of preparation I think I will just have to leave the last of the messiness until tomorrow, let the piles spill over if you will and hope that my messy Monday doesn’t turn into another dishevel day – a terrible Tuesday perhaps..

messy Mondays are not the best way to start the week

the vortex under the stairs

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I suppose I am quiet a tidy person, I like to know where things are and my home to look neat. I actually believe my hankering for a clean house has a lot to do with the fact that I am lazy. I hate looking for things, I hate being in a hurry and the scissors are not where they are suppose to be delaying me even further. Or if I have to sort through a whole stack of clothes to find what I want to wear I get fed up half way though, feeling annoyed and upset that I have to change my mind.

I definitely am no minimalist though either. I have memories surrounding me in all shapes, sizes and forms. Photos of family and friends in silver (fake) frames, the tiny clogs I wore a s a child sit on a shelf, a few shells I picked up at the beach adorn my bathroom and I have books, cds, dvds, and general knick-knacks strown around the place turning the house I live in into my home, making it feel mine. But everything has its place or is a little bit organized. The cups with the cups, the books alphabetized by author (yes I am a geek), folders with paperwork over the desk etc.

But there are two spots in my home that allow my inner chaotic mind to be able to push through and have a field day. The first is my desk, or the wide shelf that functions as one. This is the place I sit most  at when I am at home and I seem to have a magnetic field surround me that attracts scraps of paper, unpaid bills, to-do-lists, books, folders and over bits and pieces that then end up in a leaning-tower of Pisa style pile beside my keyboard.

The second area that seems to be a place where chaos goes to live is under my stairs. It is a tiny little cubby-hole that houses an array of things. My snorkel sits beside the Christmas tree stand on top of a box filled with bits and pieces right next to unused but maybe needed plant pots and a little green hoover presides over them all. And now squashed in towards the back is the new blowup mattress I bought for the German occupation. This little vortex under the stairs seems to be much more spacious than you’d think and I sometimes wonder if isn’t related to the TARDIS. But as long as the doors still close when I have stashed away some other unused item I don’t really mind.

Now with my blog for the day done I think I’ll go and watch Hoarders, let my guilty pleasure take over and enjoy the chaos others have created and hope the vortex under the stairs doesn’t burst open.