Look, a little butcherbird!
He’s so tame.
Aww, isn’t he sweet?
mmmm…perhaps not…
You can listen to the grey butcherbird’s song at Birdlife Australia
and the pied butcherbird’s song at the Listening Earth Blog
Look, a little butcherbird!
He’s so tame.
Aww, isn’t he sweet?
mmmm…perhaps not…
You can listen to the grey butcherbird’s song at Birdlife Australia
and the pied butcherbird’s song at the Listening Earth Blog
Trapped inside a system of prejudice
Palestinian Freedom of Movement
A re-posted poem –
Death Cap
Iniquity, depravity
crimes against humanity.
Conflagration, radiation,
man made this abomination.
Enormity, deformity,
war’s enduring legacy.
Experimentation, humiliation –
Who needs victim’s approbation?
Cessation, condemnation?
War has no such aspiration.
Obliteration, extermination,
then,
our final destination.
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For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com
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
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com
The fleeting moment is epitomized in street photography – frames of an unchoreographed ballet of movement, expression, interaction and unguarded moments.
But street photography is also an ethical minefield; sometimes people seem comfortable with being photographed, but often, not so, as appears to be the case in the photo below, judging by the firemen’s expressions.
I suspect that these men are resigned to being constantly photographed by strangers, given the location, the nature of their work and the tributes painted on their fire engine. But perhaps they’re also disgusted by the whole disaster-tourism aspect of it.
What do you think?
Are you comfortable with being photographed in public places by strangers? If someone that you had photographed in the street voiced their objection, what would you do?
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For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post at WordPress.com
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…
(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
When you peer
through the looking-glass
of the artefacts of friendship,
do you know yourself?
See the Daily Post for more entries to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Friendship
(The poem below is a re-post)
Suburban Summer
electric light show
rumbling closer,
scented star jasmine
mingling fragrance of rain,
thrum of cicadas
blending languid laughter,
glasses at the hills hoist
toasting vintage summer
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See the Daily Post for more entries to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer
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 – 😀
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.
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 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
This is related to a recent post by Frizztext.
Frizztext, this is actually not a common mode of transport in Sydney but a tourist attraction – it’s an amphibious craft that would cost far too much to run as a regular transport option, but if they could make smaller personal craft like these, it would be a fantastic option in this city because of the size and reach of our magnificent harbour.
the
shadow and light
of life
through
another’s eyes
makes us see anew
and
the heart and mind
inspires
—-
A tour through light and shadow
Art
from
the Art Gallery of NSW, Sydney
and
the Metropolitan Museum of Art, NYC
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