My grandmother started walking five miles a day when she was sixty. She’s ninety-three today and we don’t know where the hell she is.
See you tomorrow, if the Creeks don’t rise, does not mean creeks full of water, but the Creek Indians.
FOTO – KINGSCLIFF CREEK NSW 2005
Hindu proverb: You don’t have to go and paint the eggs of peacocks.
Once upon a time,
my grandpa said:
“In Nepal even a child
Can walk the countryside alone.”
It´s just not true,
Not for a Nepalese,
Born with a sarangi in his hand.
I´m a musician,
One of the lower caste
In the Hindu hierarchy.
I bring delight to my listeners,
Hope to touch the hearts
Of my spectators.
FOTO – FENDER BASS AT REST IN BILAMBIL COTTAGE 2007
“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”
The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head–
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.
But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat—
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.
FOTO – CASSANDRA POMROY EATING AN OYSTER
“Better to be deprived of food for three days, than tea for one.”
(Ancient Chinese proverb)
“Ecstasy is a glass full of tea and a piece of sugar in the mouth.”
Tea that helps our head and heart.
Tea medicates most every part.
Tea rejuvenates the very old.
Tea warms the hands of those who’re cold.
J. Jonker, Amsterdam, circa 1670
FOTO – J G SANDERS’ HAM AND BEEF STORE CANTERBURY ROAD HURLSTONE PARK SYDNEY.
Ah! what would the world be to us
If the children were no more?
We should dread the desert behind us
Worse than the dark before
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FOTO – MAROUBRA HIGH SCHOOL SYDNEY 1991
William Blake (1757-1827) , "The poison tree",I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine. And into my garden stole When the night had veil'd the pole, In the morning glad I see My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.
FOTO - BILAMBIL SUNRISE 2006
A Texan was riding a cab in Sydney. He and the driver are soon crossing the Sydney Harbour bridge, and the passenger is unimpressed — “I have a duck pond bigger than that harbour, and an ornamental bridge to span it that makes this look like a toy.” The Sydney-Newcastle expressway also gets his scorn — “Is this a road, or a track?” So when a kangaroo jumped out in front of the cab, causing the sudden and severe application of the brakes, the driver couldn’t help himself — “Stupid grasshoppers!”
FOTO – BILAMBIL 2009
Then all around from far away across the world
he smelled good things to eat
so he gave up being king of where the wild things are
FOTO – KALANG BBQ 2009
Where the Wild Things Are (1963)