Saturday, February 13, 2010
This is the precept by which I have lived: Prepare for the worst; expect the best; and take what comes.
Fields filled with growing somethingorthers [potatoes? leeks? cabbages? onions? swedes? any ideas?] in Ridgley, just outside of Burnie. I do like the morning light on crops.
This photo leads me into today's poem, from one of Australia's favourites, Judith Wright.
Woman To Man, Judith Wright
The eyeless labourer in the night,
the selfless, shapeless seed I hold,
builds for its resurrection day---
silent and swift and deep from sight
foresees the unimagined light.
This is no child with a child's face;
this has no name to name it by;
yet you and I have known it well.
This is our hunter and our chase,
the third who lay in our embrace.
This is the strength that your arm knows,
the arc of flesh that is my breast,
the precise crystals of our eyes.
This is the blood's wild tree that grows
the intricate and folded rose.
This is the maker and the made;
this is the question and reply;
the blind head butting at the dark,
the blaze of light along the blade.
Oh hold me, for I am afraid.
Friday, February 12, 2010
With all of these tourists coming in on mega cruise ships, someone has to go out and get the prawns for their cocktails...
They are an interesting mix, cruise ship tourists. If it's piled with Americans, you've never seen so many gold lamé tracksuits coupled with pearls in your life! If it's Russians, break out the t-shirts with elaborate prints of exotic animals on it. If it's northern Europeans - and I'm looking at you Germany - expect to see a lot of middle aged couples in matching hiking gear.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Oh, you weak, beautiful people who give up with such grace. What you need is someone to take hold of you - gently, with love, and hand your life back
Another two for one, this time from Clifton Beach.
The little bloke loves crop circles, but we struggle to find farmers willing to let us loose in the paddock with little more than a thresher and some big ideas.
Consequently, we get the compass out, and head down to the beach to harass the crabs.
The MOMA FOMA festival of
The theme today is, if you haven't already guessed, MIRROR. Rather than hold up a MIRROR to my emotional and psychological state (and equally depress and amuse you all), I've opted for the easy strategy of a ambiguous self portrait.
I've done a few, some straightforward, some with kids, and, of course, some alone.
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Here is dear sweet little Hanky climbing up a fort, recreating the storming of the Bastille.
Unlike the events of 1789, Henry found no passers of dodgy cheques (times four), no "lunatics" (times two), and most definitely, no perverted aristocrats with a predilection for fresh-faced young boys (thankfully).
No, all we found was some bird poo.
LOTS OF DUCKS!
Here are some Pacific Black Duck's spotted at the Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens here in Hobart. You probably already know that, but the Pacific Black is the most versatile of the Australian ducks. It frequents all types of water, from isolated forest pools to tidal mudflats, as well as Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
I am still grappling with this darn blog layout, and regretting ever starting the damnable process!
Look at what it has done, Ezra has morphed into a bored teen and he is only 18 months old!
I have no idea what this car is trying to say. I assume that it is some allusion to police corruption of some kind, but I don't really get it. I imagine that it is very very funny if you understand it, but I don't understand it.
Another thing I don't understand is why the header on this blog is playing up. Rest assured that I am on the case and hope to have it sorted ASAP.
Monday, February 08, 2010
On New Years Eve, cranky Hanky enjoyed a large tub of handmade vanilla bean ice cream. Just the trick in the middle of summer!
The remarkable thing about Shakespeare is that he is really very good — in spite of all the people who say he is very good.
Some weeks ago I mentioned the art outside my office window that was causing a rukus: the piano, the sandpit and the wailing sirens (of the heaving bosom variety, not the "WHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" kind. Well I have finally got around to posting a pic!
It had something to do with Brian Wilson, apparently.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
If all the beasts were gone, men would die from great loneliness of spirit, for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man.
From high above, it seems evident that Ezra is losing his blond, curly locks.
My apologies to readers on the sub-continent.
I don't know what kind of tree this is, perhaps someone could enlighten me. Whatever it is, it reminds me of AC/DC.
Which leads me to today's Sunday Top Five: the Top Five AC/DC Songs That Remind Me Of The Tree Above!
5: Rock and Roll Ain't Noise Pollution
3: Can I Sit Next To You Girl?
2: Whole Lotta Rosie
1: For Those About To Rock (We Salute You)