Monthly Archives: November 2017

The Frog At The Hardware Store

Saw this guy on a shrub – two for the price of one!


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via Daily Prompt: Sludge


Lake Ballard near Menzies, a salt lake now famous for the wondereful sculptures (abstract nudes) by Anthony Gormley that form an art scape across the lake. Most of the time you can walk the lake, its certainly wet underneath the salt crust, and you tramp through sludge and it sticks to your shoes and the hem of your jeans, it slows you down too, making it hard walking.  You tramp through sticky sludge all the way, but it’s worth it.



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The Stump

What would you see in a tree stump? One where the tree had fallen in a storm, one that was in a strip of wasteland, the road verge on the edge of a rest stop on a country highway? Some people see firewood, others wood chips, a garden prop perhaps, or just a nuisance. But some see potential, some see art.


I took this photo last week on my fortnightly trip from Bunbury to Albany. The stump sits at the northern end of the rest stop right on the intersection of Albany Highway and Martagallup Road (the way to Frankland River). I spied it the trip before but was tied up in traffic and a yearning for home. This time I made time to stop and take the pic and to admire the work. I was blown away that someone would stop here and take the trouble to produce this carving, beautifying this very ordinary space, and bringing the creative dimension to every passerby. A gift to the community. More I say.



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Everyone has to be somewhere. Some of us are privileged to be able to choose where we live, others are directed by work, family, study, many by income or lack thereof. Undoubtedly, the world is not a fair place by any stretch of the imagination. I was brought to Australia by my parents who were seeking a better future for their three children. A better future in schooling, post secondary, for better health, and for a better climate. That was achieved, and thankfully so. The real bonus is that my parents chose the west, and that has, for me been the cherry.  If I were to choose another state and city it would be Adelaide. But although I love Perth, I prefer being out in the country.

The photo is of the city of Perth looking out over the Swan River from the South Perth foreshore. Perth is a modern city, a young city historically, and very small by world standards. I love this particular city. I lived there in my teens, and we came back to this city when I retrained for a few years. I now live much further south in small rural city, and one that is equally worth more than just an existance. I’m particular about the West for living, and especially the South West. The biodiversity, the rare ecospheres, the climate, the people and the places. Wonderful.



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via Daily Prompt: Atmospheric

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That white speck is a weather Balloon. The balloons are released at 8.30 a.m. every morning at the Giles Weather Station near Warakurna. I was there to see one released at Eucla in 2008 and now this one at Giles. The balloons carry instruments that record atmospheric, or barometric pressure, temperature, humidity, and wind speed. The data is sent back to the weather station and forms part of the weather data system across Australia for the Bureau of Meteorology  Simple and effificient.

Atmospheric pressure indicates types of weather. Low atmospheric pressure indicates cloudiness, wind, and rain


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via Daily Prompt: Mushroom


When I was a kid there was a popular song in England in 1960 called “My Old Man’s a Dustman.” (in Australia we’d now say garbo or garbage collector). It was sung by Lonnie Donegan, and jointly composed. It made it to number one, which is amazing as it is a comedy routine and story song, certainly not a pop song. The song had cockney rhyming slang, dad jokes and double entendre. What comes to mind from the song is the line:

“My dustbin’s absolutely full with toadstools.

How do you know it’s full?

‘Cause there’s not mushroom inside.”

The humble button mushroom in the photo is one of my favourites, great as fresh in salad or as grilled on the BBQ for breakfast. I always have room for mushrooms.


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via Photo Challenge: Experimental


I love Experiemntal art, in all media forms. This is an acrylic piece I did five years ago using texture and thickness of the medium to add effect. It’s title is ‘Life’



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Honk That horn!! You can see the horn next to the left hand (facing) cab light. This is a 1914 Morris Oxford Deluxe. One must respect the process of vintage car circuit, which includes not touching or getting into the car, but I so wanted to squeeze that horn, what a sound it might make.





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I don’t know about you, but this old ute is a dubious form of transport, I doubt it would get very far.  But, in its day it worked hard and in harsh conditions. It resides in the Gwalia Museum near Leonora, a testimony to the tenacity of the those who worked the district in a era of primitive machinery compared to today. Dubious, but grand. And I wonder the stories it could tell.



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via Daily Prompt: Riff

From Youtube, an excerpt from the doco ‘It Might Get Loud’ featuring Jimmy Page, The Edge, and Jack White.

This gives a few seconds of that iconic riff from ‘Whole Lotta Love’ which filled the airwaves 1969. Simple but yet inspiring, when I first heard it I couldn’t stop moving to the riff.

Riff also brings me back to wonderful conversations. To riff on someone or their contribution to a conversation is to build, diverge or dip into that conversation. Like when you have that meaningful moment in a group where everyone is excited, not competing, but really contributing and enjoying each other. Riffing requires openness and patience, respect. It’s worth it because the result is connection, growth and fun. Its even better with good food and wine, but its main ingredient is willing journey friends. And the riff of conversation can move me even more than a guitar riff, it goes deeper.



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