Kalmus: By the way, what brings you to Tonto?
Tex Archer: Well…
Duke Evans: We’re-we’re looking for work. Done some entertainin’ in our time and folks say not bad… I’m considered the best mandolin picker in Arizona and Tex here, he hits mighty few sour notes on the vocal chords.
Sing, Cowboy, Sing 1937
Wealth is both an enemy and a friend.
The beauty of facing life. The beauty of facing life unprepared is tremendous. Then life has a newness, a youth; then life has a flow and freshness. Then life has so many surprises. And when life has so many surprises boredom never settles in you. OSHO.
FOTO. NEPALESE RESTAURANT PADDINGTON BRISBANE 2008
George Bernard Shaw
This is the true joy of life, the being used up for a purpose recognized by yourself as a mighty one; being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little clot of ailments and grievances, complaining that the world will not devote itself to making you happy. I am of the opinion that my life belongs to the community, and as long as I live, it is my privilege to do for it what I can.
Naething to be done in haste but grippin' fleas.
Do not free the camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
Adam Faith: “Coffee bars fell into two distinct categories: beatnik – all black polo necks and existentialism; and teeny-bop-beehive haircuts and bobby socks. There’d be a ground floor cafe, with linoleum floors and Formica tables [but] it was downstairs, at night, under the street, that the real action took place. The record industry, fuelled by the skiffle craze, began to explode. But everyone expected it to be a nine-day wonder. The old-timer agents would sit around in their old-timer agent restaurants, shaking their heads, muttering ‘It’ll all be over in a week or two'”
FOTO – BLACK BEAR CAFE BELLINGEN NSW 2008
The beauty and mystery of life filled his mind; he meditated often and deeply. He thought about the progress through the air of the still-winged eagle, which no one yet understands; of the swift gliding of the snake across a stone; of a ship close-hauled to the wind; and above all, of that mystery of mysteries, on which both human life and human art are founded, the relation of man to woman.
dāng jú zhě mí
You can’t see the forest for the trees, but onlookers see the whole game.
The participant’s perspective are clouded while the bystanders’ views are clear
FOTO – WINTERSUN COOLANGATTA 2008