When one will not , two cannot quarrel." — Signifying, that two persons cannot quarrel or fight if one of them refuses.
WE ARE GOING.
They came in to the little town
A semi-naked band subdued and silent
All that remained of their tribe.
They came here to the place of their old bora ground
Where now the many white men hurry about like ants.
Kath Walker aka Oodgerdoo Noonuccal (1920-1993)
FOTO – “MARSHALL’S” CREEK AT “SOUTH GOLDEN BEACH”.
But my daughter… said, “Tell them about how you’re never really a whole person if you remain silent, because there is always that one little piece inside you that wants to be spoken out, and if you keep ignoring it, it gets madder and madder and hotter and hotter, and if you don’t speak it out one day it will just up and punch you in the mouth from the inside.”
Audre Lorde in Sister Outsider
FOTO –FOR ZARA HABLETHWAITE. A FRAME AT THE END OF URUNGA. WITH BARINA.
But stark within my memory
I see it once again
When we all looked at it anxiously
Days when we hoped for rain;
I hear the hollow sounds it made,
Like some prophetic drum,
As I tapped rung on rung, afraid
Of dreadful days to come,
Our Corrugated Iron Tank by James Hackston
FOTO – 2/3 PIONEER IN WESTERN DESERT WWII
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
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
Do not free the camel of the burden of his hump; you may be freeing him from being a camel.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
I wanted to remind people that the lowest types of humanity may have within them the capacity for supreme self-sacrifice. The dwarfed, misshapen beggar of the streets may have the noblest ideals. Lon Chaney
FOTO – GLASSEY GULLY RED HILL BRISBANE 2007
Tu es mon compagnon de voyage!
When I must leave the great river
|From ‘Mon Canoe d’écorce’ (‘My Bark Canoe’) translated by Frank Oliver Call|
FOTO – BRUNSWICK HEADS 2009
Life is a shadow and a mist; it passes quickly by and is no more.
FOTO – JOHNNY CARR GUITAR 2008
I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in. ~John Muir, 1913
FOTO – ARMIDALE CEMETERY 2008