Weekly Photo Challenge: From Lines to Patterns

Macquarie University Train Station

Macquarie University Train Station

Macquarie University is the only university in Sydney that has its own train station. Under the stewardship of former vice-chancellor Professor Steven Schwartz, the university has undergone significant modernization and growth, particularly in the area of research in medicine and the hearing sciences. And we now have a fabulous new library, what is termed a sustainable building, which makes assignment research (something I’m meant to be doing right this minute :-D) a pleasure.

For more entries to last week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.

Weekly Photo Challenge: The Golden Hour

Finesse jetty and knots,
Rumble the motors’ power,
Slide past nodding yachts,
Skim glass at the golden hour.

The Sydney Harbourbb-tgh0is best explored by boat

bb-tgh2at sunrise

bb-tgh1If you’re not into boating, there are so many great walks around the harbour for all levels of fitness.

For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post. Here are my favourite five:

blueberriejournal

Ohm Sweet Ohm

Ron Mayhew’s Blog

Erin O’ Leary Photography

Overcoming Bloglessness

Weekly Photo Challenge: Nostalgic

Science of Nostalgia: It was first thought to be a “neurological disease of essentially demonic cause,” but it turns out that nostalgia is good for your brain. And there’s science to prove it.
More of this article in The New York Times

My beautiful pictureI took this (rather overexposed) photo of my nieces cooking dinner around 20 years ago when we all still lived on the African continent. We had given one of them a children’s cookbook for Christmas, and they invited us over for dinner—a three-course meal—which they cooked using recipes from the book. They were such sweet, funny munchkins – still are 😉

For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Companionable

imageEvery couple of years, my mum gets on a plane and travels 12,000kms across the globe to visit us. We always try to do a girlie road-trip to a different part of the country while she is here and, this year, we headed down to Thredbo, where she was able to cross ‘Standing in snow’ off her bucket list (and I made her eat some, just for good measure ;-)).

Above is us on our way down on the ski-lift after sinking into the lovely, powdery stuff below.

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For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Unique

Reconstruction of an Archaeopteryx - Melbourne Museum

Reconstruction of an Archaeopteryx – Melbourne Museum

The staff at the Melbourne Museum have done a wonderful job of reconstructing this strange creature.

For more entries in this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post

Five favourites from this week:

Creativity Aroused

Travel. Garden. Eat.

The Urge to Wander

Lucid Gypsy

Woven Decor

Search Engine Poetry: dadirridreaming

Do your blog’s search engine terms reflect the soul of your blog?
This sprang to mind when I read this found poem by Christine Whitelaw, which she wrote in response to my Search Engine Poetry challenge.

Christine lives in a beautiful corner of Australia with artist husband Stuart,
and her blog, dadirridreaming, is predominantly Christine’s exquisite photographic contemplation
of the natural beauty that surrounds their home –

birds, insects, flowers, ocean, kangaroos and wallabies, sky and much more.

She also posts wonderful travelogues (that make me green with envy) about their trips to places further afield,
such as Lord Howe Island, Singapore and Europe (getting greener by the minute!).

Here are a few of my favourite posts from Christine’s latest globetrotting adventure:

The Metro

Electric Cars in Paris

Evening in Place St Silain

Stravinsky Fountain

Singapore Gardens by the Bay

Christine also occasionally hosts yoga retreats (and I’m hoping to attend one in the coming year)

So, what do you think?
Is the soul of dadirridreaming reflected in Christine’s found poem?

Thanks for participating, Christine!

😀

Weekly Photo Challenge: Everyday Life

Early morning swimmers – Bronte Beach Baths, Sydney
©beeblu

Our quotidian rituals

bring discipline,

structure

and joy

to our hours;

they are the anchors

of our existence.

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For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com

Feeding Time on the Golf Course

“I think I spy a worm…

“Got it!” 

“Pssst, Horace, I think we’re being watched.”

“Oh for goodness sake, Edith, stop imagining things and eat your dinner…” 

“Mmm…I think I spy a plumper morsel over there…”

“nom, nom”

Click here for the Animal Olympics

Weekly Photo Challenge: Dreaming

For me, dreaming is about possibilities, and none so wonderful as those brought by travel.

I became a xenophile at around the time I started school, and dreamt of going to live in exotic places, mostly Japan and rural China, and of flying off to wonderful cities, such as London, Tokyo,  Amsterdam and Marrakech. Years on, and living in a different country, I’m grateful that I’ve been fortunate enough to travel to many parts of the world, and to have experienced incredible adventures and fascinating cultures as a result.

And the dreaming continues – I’ve yet to get to Japan or China 😀

To dream is to travel: to travel is to realize a dream

On these themes, a re-post of a poem I wrote a while ago –

Dreams of a Love Gourmand

He ate Suzi’s paella

and dreamed of Impanema,

of romance in Marbella

and Rio de Janeiro

He ate Fleur’s rindless blue,

his dreams were psychedelia,

he dreamt he was Theroux,

da Vinci and Ophelia

He drank Ping’s green absinthe

and dreamt he was a fairy

with eyes as green as minthe,

his wand, a blue canary

He ate Fang’s chou dofu,

her durian, then balut,

and napped as King Shi Chu

at war with King Canute

He ate Ann’s cherry duck,

nightmared of Gordon Ramsay,

who served confit of muck

with jus of some philandery

Then came Maeve’s Irish Stew,

no dreams his sleep disturbed

and as he woke he knew

his food of love’d been served

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And for the Aboriginal peoples of Australia, Dreaming has a very special meaning – it encompasses beliefs about the origins of the earth, the stars and all living things, and the connections that exist between them, and is brought alive in wonderful stories, art and music. You can read more about the Dreaming and the Dreamtime here.

For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com

Weekly Photo Challenge: Create

Michaela Johanna Gräper at work

Sculpture-in-progress – Michaela Johanna Gräper

We spent the Easter long weekend in Thredbo, and because I couldn’t do my usual frenetic mountain walking due to my feet issues, on the Sunday, us girls left the boys to catch our dinner from the mountain streams and headed into Jindabyne for a bit of laidback arts rambling.

We stopped in at the Wild Brumby Distillery to watch the advertised sculptor-in-residence at work: Michaela Johanna Gräper. Meeting her was rather a lot like observing her create her deliciously voluptuous ladies from these huge wooden logs – at first, we found her extremely reserved and inscrutable like the raw material of her craft, but once she got talking were completely delighted by her utterly wicked sense of humour which is also revealed in her plumpilcious creations – with an impish grin, she confided that most of them are modelled on her on own naked form.

Michaela travels the world on her creative talents – what better life is there?

As for mine, well, they’re non-existent – I once went to a figure-drawing class and came home with this…

Figures? by bb


(PS – And if you’re wondering, Easter Sunday in Thredbo, we ate out for dinner ;-))

See the Daily Post for more entries to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Create

Weekly Photo Challenge: Unfocused

Taken from the Top of the Standard Bar – NYC

I carry my little point-and-shoot digital camera for social occasions but prefer not to use the flash, so often use the high sensitivity settings but without a tripod. This makes for many unfocused photographs, but sometimes to surprising effect – 😀

Taken from the Top of the Standard Bar – NYC

To Kill a Nerve… By Any Means (without support crew, Charley Boorman!)

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I had a bit of a planes, trains and automobiles day yesterday, and trams…oh yes, and crutches…

At the end of November, I suddenly developed pain from a rather nasty pathology in my left foot, known as Morton’s neuroma (MN). And then, at the end of January, I developed the same thing in my right foot, although with far less intensity and pain – (but with an exponential increase in anxiety).

For anyone, let alone an active person, this is a debilitating condition which can literally stop you in your tracks. I stopped walking the golf course and, shortly thereafter, playing golf, altogether. I stopped jogging, taking my afternoon walks and, ultimately, any non-essential walking. I couldn’t walk barefoot painfree and I stopped wearing closed shoes for the same reason. I took to wearing Birkenstocks (and am now a lifetime convert – yes, Cin, I know it’s a style travesty…) and Orthaheel thongs (slops, slip-slops, flip-flops) because these were the only shoes I could walk in at all.

Anyone who has received expert help from the medical profession for MN knows it does not go away of its own accord and if left untreated it only gets worse over time. The surgery is invasive (they cut out the damaged nerve), has a long recovery period, no guaranteed outcomes and often has lingering adverse effects. Chris Freeland’s blog post on MN is the best anecdotal resource I have come across, if you are interested in reading more about people’s personal experience of the surgery and recovery (if you are, read the comments as well). [June 2013 – Chris’s blog has been deregistered]

I won’t bore you with the details of all the research I did and my convoluted path to find a practitioner of a promising, minimally invasive, non-surgical treatment for MN, known as Radiofrequency Denervation (thermoneurolysis), in Australia, but can tell you that it’s available in Melbourne and Cairns, but does not appear to be available anywhere in Sydney.And none of the medical practitioners I saw here mentioned it, and when I asked them about it, only one of them–the orthapaedic surgeon–actually knew about it, so I asked him to refer me to Imaging @ Olympic Park (IOP) in Melbourne. And, so, because I live in Sydney, I have travelled twice to Melbourne over the last seven weeks to have the treatment at IOP, first on the left foot and yesterday, on the right.

And my outcomes so far? Other than a numb foot for 24 hours, after the first treatment, I was back on my feet straight away to the same level as just before the procedure and then 5 weeks later, after the inital healing process, was back playing golf and walking the golf course, but in wider shoes and custom-made full-length orthotics. And I will need to take a golf break again now while the treatment I had yesterday settles down, but overall am very happy with how things are progressing.

One person’s outcomes will almost certainly differ from another’s to some degree and each person will have their own level of expectation as to what constitutes a successful outcome, but if you live in Australia, have been diagnosed with this condition by a podiatrist or orthopaedic surgeon and want to find out more about RFD treatment before opting for surgery, you can contact Imaging @ Olympic Park – they will be more than happy to answer your questions. 😀

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Update – 9th October 2012

I have no neuroma pain 6 months after RFD treatment, walk the golf course every time I play and am back to doing my long walks on the weekend. Very glad I did not have the surgery.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Journey

I’ve used a couple of these snaps on other posts
and the poem is a repost from earlier on this blog
but they all epitomize this week’s theme for me

🙂

Travelling Dog

Travelling Dogs

On the 600km journey –

she looks at flowers and clouds,
he computes mileage per litre,
she ponders the secrets of cows,
he remarks that it might storm later…

She sees the wire-pig mailbox,
he spies a snake on the road,
he surveys flood-plain paddocks,
she wonders if cows talk in code…

He thinks perhaps ‘Box of Frogs’,
she’d prefer peace for a while,
both laugh at the travelling dogs,
their windblown ears and their smiles

Travelling Dog

Travelling Dog