Yesterday was the end of a particularly stressful week at work and so by the time I had fought my way through the traffic and got through the front door, fed Slipper and finished my chores there was no time or energy left to write my post. So, I decided to write it this morning. The sun is out and the garden is laying heavy with the overnight rain, although the rain is doing wonders for the flowers which are all looking lovely, it’s also bringing out the snails and slugs….the battle I fear is about to begin as I moved my rocket plants and tender lupins out yesterday ……..However, the flower for today just has to be my Clematis. This is Nelly Moser, a beautiful and relatively easy to grow clematis that favours my east facing patio as it gets both sun and shade throughout the day (sun when it decides to show itself I may add!). The flowers are huge at 6-8ins in diameter and it looks sub tropical when in full flower. My Nan loved this clematis and I remember that the one in her garden was simply huge, clambering over the other shrubs and trees. I bought it because it minded me of her, smiling as she enjoyed her gardening, something we can still share even though she is gone. When something holds a memory it is good to hold on to that something……
Last year I had the pleasure of a visit to London for a long weekend, a place that you cannot fail to find photographic inspiration….that’s if you can get close enough to anything long enough to take the shot before the next herd of tourists converge….of course I was one of those tourists!! During this visit I discovered a love of architecture and structures, something I haven’t really dabbled with before, probably as the town that I live in is somewhat lacking in dramatic architecture, so I don’t tend to look at the bigger picture so much. But in London, its all around you, you cant help but see it on every corner, in every view, and for me the best way to see it is from the top of a London Red bus or the balcony of your apartment. I was lucky to stay in an apartment set behind the London Eye, near the Borough Market across the Thames from the well known sights and the skyline was stunning. This shot was taken at random, with a small Canon camera, but I love the grainy texture to this shot, it makes is so atmospheric. I didn’t realise what I had captured until closer inspection, however you can just make out the top of the Tower of London, the infamous site of many a gruesome hanging, but somewhat over awed by the towering cranes filling up the sky high above it. To me they look like tall gibbets, gallows waiting for their next victim to swing to their doom, almost softening the Tower of London by their modernism and minimalist dressing. The dark side of the London skyline…..
Gold is beautiful, gold is desirable and gold is currency. For millennia gold has been sought after and coverted by almost every civilisation as far back as we have observed. Wars have been fought over it and traders still battle to secure the metal to guarantee wealth and status. For most of us mere mortals our wealth extends to a small quantity of gold in the form of jewellery, however we are lucky that we can walk into a shop and purchase it without too much effort (credit card at the ready!). In the past, people mined for the metal, sometimes in appalling conditions and with very little reward and sadly some were fooled in to believing they had struck gold when in fact they had unearthed Pyrite, an iron sulphide that with it’s shimmering brassy hue closely resembles gold, hence the name fools gold. Sometimes in life we believe we have ‘struck gold’ with relationships or jobs only to find we have been hoodwinked and left with a feeling of dismay. I can only imagine the reaction of those miners who for a while believed that they were rich beyond their wildest dreams, already spending the proceeds on their hearts desires…. whooping it up and celebrating their success! To then be brought back to reality and told that they were fools must have hurt…..just goes to show that all that glitters is not always gold……..
Today I met with a friend who is tall. I would say in the region of 6ft 4+……….I am a mere 5ft and can just about make 5ft 2″ in heels! To say that I am small is to quote the obvious however I would prefer to be recognised as small in stature but big in heart…..sadly, throughout my life I have been subjected to many critical and even hurtful comments about my height. Why humans have to be so hyper critical of each other is a mystery to me, why they have to be hurtful with it I simply do not understand. The world seems to promote a sense of the norm, a sense of uniformity and a message that if you are different then you are to be discriminated against, my view is that all humans are unique and we should celebrate that uniqueness wherever possible, support each other and promote each other. Maybe then the world would seem a much kinder place to live. My image today is from my shoe rack, of which is stuffed full of high heels with my flat shoes resigned to the gym! At least I can choose to walk tall or walk small…….
I like to keep Fridays simple, and dedicate them to the flowers that brighten our days, regardless of weather, regardless of the stresses and strains of life today. Have a lovely weekend and thanks for taking the time to look at my posts…..
Here’s one of my favourites, the Geum – interestingly this one is grown in a container and has multiple coloured blooms….interesting as it should be red, but has yellow blooms too!
Have you ever had one of those conversations when you just cant get a word in edgeways? When the person opposite you seems to not even take a breath…..and you know that they will not stop until they have said their piece? I love a good conversation especially when the person you are with is interesting but who is also interested in you and what you have to say. There is nothing worse than not being part of a conversation but simply being on the end of a lecture and feeling like you have not been heard. Is the art of conversation dying….are we becoming a society of people who would prefer to stare into their screens in silence and when confronted by another person they are simply unable to interact? Recently I have experienced this situation, whereby the other person displayed the inability to have a 2 way conversation and the net effect is that nothing is achieved and you feel completely ignored and frustrated. If only we had a little more time for each other, to listen to one another and to be heard. Maybe next time I find myself in this situation I will follow the lead of the Jackdaw in this photo and simply shout SHUT UP and LISTEN!
You may wonder what has an image of 2 birds on a birdfeeder got to do with the title of this post, well yes I agree it may be a little tentative but let me see if I can explain my thought process….
So today I was sat at my desk considering job titles, roles and responsibilities and the necessary skills that fulfil them. What is it that leads us to believe that one person may be a better fit for a role than another? In the acting world people audition for roles, in the business world people interview for roles, so what is the difference between an audition and an interview? Stay with me here….in my opinion they are one and the same, to some degree we all act out the part that we think others want us to be. During an interview the candidate will behave in a certain manner, provide answers that they assume are what the interviewer wants to hear. In an audition you do the same, you play the part in a manner that you believe fits the character, only in an audition it is a little easier to distinguish between the actor and the character. In an interview the lines are more blurred.
Back to the title of this post, the question is during an interview are you seeing the generalist, specialist or opportunist at work and how do you ultimately make a decision? Does the person define the role or does the role define the person that you inevitably choose? Do you go with the individual who has all the skills on paper but who may lack the right personality, the person with the personality that fits the environment but who has less experience, the specialist who knows much about less or the generalist who knows little about much? It’s a tricky question and one that can lead to a bad decision.
My own preference would be to go with the generalist, someone who has a little knowledge about many areas as I believe that these individuals display a talent to absorb and utilise in a broader spectrum, with the ability to diversify and build on their knowledge. Of course it depends upon the role, but there is never a perfect fit and like the birds in the image, one may be the perfect build for birdfeeder,agile and fast, the other a perfect fit for the woodland environment camouflaged and stealthy, but as these 2 demonstrate, a willingness to learn new skills from another and adaptability are the key to success!