Ua leai se manu e olo. Not a pigeon is cooing.
Thus say the hunters when, entering the bush, they notice no sign of the game.
The saying is used of a family or village where perfect peace reigns.
FOTO – BELL FAMILY ROSEBERY SYDNEY NSW 1940s
The Women of the West
George Essex Evans
They left the vine-wreathed cottage and the mansion on the hill,
The houses in the busy streets where life is never still,
The pleasures of the city, and the friends they cherished best:
For love they faced the wilderness—the Women of the West.
FOTO - BRISBANE FROM WEST END 2007
Bells Beyond the Forest
WILD-EYED woodlands, here I rest me, underneath the gaunt and ghastly trees;
Underneath fantastic-fronted caverns crammed with many a muffled breeze.
Far away from dusky towns and cities twinkling with the feet of men;
Listening to a sound of mellow music fleeting down the gusty glen;
Sitting by a rapid torrent, with the broken sunset in my face;
By a rapid, roaring torrent, tumbling through a dark and lonely place!
And I hear the bells beyond the forest, and the voice of distant streams;
And a flood of swelling singing, wafting round a world of ruined dreams
FOTO – ARMIDALE PINE FOREST 2006
The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.
And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.
Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider’s web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.
FOTO – MAD O’BRIAN 2005
I didn’t marry you because you were perfect. I didn’t even
marry you because I loved you. I married you because you
gave me a promise. That promise made up for your faults.
And the promise I gave you made up for mine. Two imperfect
people got married and it was the promise that made the marriage.
And when our children were growing up, it wasn’t a house that
protected them; and it wasn’t our love that protected them – it was that
Thornton Wilder, The Skin of Our Teeth
FOTO – ELIZABETH CRAIG AND JOHN GEORGE SANDERS WEDDING
Rivers are roads which move, and which carry us whither we desire to go. Blaise Pascal
FOTO – BRISBANE RIVER 2007.
In a dream you are never eighty. Anne Sexton
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb.
Jean Arp (1887–1948), French artist, poet.
FOTO – ARMIDALE FRUIT AND VEGIES
Poem By Mick Leigh
I love the dingo, it’s a noble dog
and I love the Wallaby too.
I love the Possums large and small
and I love the Kangaroo.
If the world was truly a rational place, men would ride sidesaddle. Rita Mae Brown
FOTO – ARMIDALE 2007
Health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being, and not merely the absence of disease or infirmity. World Health Organization, 1948.
FOTO – BRISBANE WOMENS AND CHILDRENS HOSPITAL 2007
A person’s journey through life is somewhat like a long walk through a forest on a dark night. Part of the way a companion carries a lantern, but then the path divides and one must go alone. If one carries his own lantern – an inner light of faith – he need not fear the darkness.
FOTO – URLIUP ROAD BILAMBIL 2005
An Old Doll
Low on her little stool she sits
To make a nursing lap,
And cares for nothing but the form
Her little arms enwrap.
With hairless skull that gapes apart,
A broken plaster ball,
One chipped glass eye that squints askew,
And ne’er a nose at all –
No raddle left on grimy cheek,
No mouth that one can see –
It scarce discloses, at a glance,
What it was meant to be.
But something in the simple scheme
As it extends below
(It is the “tidy” from my chair
That she is rumpling so)
For a woman to get a rewarding sense of total creation by way of the multiple monotonous chores that are her daily lot would be as irrational as for an assembly line worker to rejoice that he had created an automobile because he tightened a bolt.
Edith Mendel Stern
FOTO – TUMBULGUM 2008
Go to the ant, O sluggard
Observe her ways and be wise,
Which, having no chief,
Officer, or ruler;
Prepares her food in the summer,
And gathers her provisions in the harvest.
FOTO – RAINBOW BAY QLD 2008
Wo ni wo agya akoa tya abe-a, ofre wo ave.
When you cut down a palm-tree with the slave of your father, he will call you friend.
The Congo Cookbook
FOTO – PALM TREES BILAMBIL 2009
Spirituality is like a bird: If you hold it too closely, it chokes, and if you hold it too loosely, it escapes.
Israel Salanter Lipkin
Men should worry about fame just as pigs about being fat. CHINESE.
FOTO – JAMFEST TALLEBUDGERA VALLEY 2008
Red, red wine
Goes to my head
Makes me forget that I
Still need you so
FOTO -SIGN TO ILNAM ESTATE WINERY CAROOL 2008
The clachan yill had made me canty,
I was na fou, but just had plenty;
I stacher`d whiles, but yet too tent aye
To free the ditches;
An` hillocks, stanes, an` bushes, kenn`d eye
Frae ghaists an` witches.
FOTO – BILAMBIL 2009