Thursday, 19 May 2016

Cut A Silver Path

Five photographers, Shelley Webster, Tim Bauer, Tamara Gulic, Tim Anger and me were invited by Jennine Primmer to interpret and exhibit images of a stanza from a poem written by Tamryn Bennett. Mine was the last stanza.
A nice exercise, most of my photos came from Thirteen Rooms, such great subjects.

Cut a silver path

through the singing grass,

the high tide of cicadas,

each footstep an echo, a trace.

Blue fire beetles

in fields of flowering cloud.

Cup your hands to carry secrets,

this is where the light is deepest.

We dream these nights dark

our head full of feathers,

remembering birds like comets,

ghost-tails of indigo and ice.

Bury the map of bones

beside the sleeping

stones, soil beneath your fingers,

the ground begins to breathe.

Dance again

like you did with the trees,

lilac webs between branches,

the autumn of release.


Saturday, 14 May 2016

Donna Amini

Most often in by nightfall, a rare opportunity to mingle with the night crowd, to see, and hear, Donna Amini, m~'s new discovery at Sappho's. She is a real charmer and of course it's always good to see our daylight stomping ground transformed by night. I packed the dirty little GR.


Come on m~, it can only get better





Monday, 11 January 2016

Welcome To Bronte

Never really did the Bronte thing, what with being a Glebite and all, but now, we have this relatively new bus service, the 440, must be Clover trying to join the Left and right of City Of Sydney.
So today, I felt like a bit of a kid, well, physically being an Invalid probably completes the picture.
No complaints, after swimming a few laps in the tidal pool, sought the shade amongst the trees, not always easy to find on Sydney beaches. Must do it again.





Thought I'd add these taken on a subsequent visit.
First up, The Bogey Hole Cafe, these salt & pepper shakers rival
Badde Manors'.



Wednesday, 6 January 2016

Goodbye Old Peppermint Gum

After four days and nights of constant heavy rain, I guess something had to give, I was only thinking, apart from a bit of cabin fever how unaffected we were. Well, then the old peppermint gum standing guard outside our front gate toppled over in dramatic fashion, soft soil, rising water table, perhaps not a very deep root system, possibly due to sandstone? Whatever, it came down.









  

Thursday, 31 December 2015

GraysonPerry @ The MCA

Grayson Perry the cross dresser from Essex, happily married with kids, heavy social comment. We had to pay to see his work! I did though, really appreciate the work, some masterpieces there, took over the whole floor, very dense, very prodigious, very envious of the man, he is driven.


















Thursday, 29 October 2015

Café - Madame Frou Frou

Back to the cafes, Madame Frou Frou, along Glebe Point Road, towards the better end, quiet and civilised, nice if you are in that mood.





Friday, 9 October 2015

On The Buses

The title of course was a long running British sitcom of the sixties, no relation.
Buses of that vintage were running along George Street on Saturday for the very last time before work commences on the light rail, what fun.



Have your fare ready boys and girls, all your ha'pennys and
threepences, all your bobs and florins.