Friday, 31 July 2020

must walk...

a sign of ?...




Thursday, 30 July 2020

surviving Zoom P/T interviews tonight...

empathy...

Wednesday, 29 July 2020

anything is possible...

NOTE: To my knowledge, this student had not written haiku before.
I demonstrated how to write haiku to all students before they attempted this challenge...

add some rock and roll to 2020...


However, the report below says the earthquake registered 2.5

UPDATE: And now, 30.7, 4.2 earthquake in Los Angeles
2km from San Fernando, California.
A magnitude 4.2 earthquake was reported Thursday morning at 4:29 a.m. Pacific time in San Fernando, according to the U.S. Geological Survey. The earthquake occurred less than a mile from Los Angeles at a depth of 5.6 miles. In the past 10 days, there has been one earthquake of magnitude 3.0 or greater centred nearby.
Source: Los Angeles Times


hills and a valley...

The photo has been taken in the Johanna Beach region - Great Ocean Road and The Otways...

bright joy...

mini beach landscape...

rocky green shapes...

pain and the new...

Tuesday, 28 July 2020

surreal Art Deco...

who are you?

Twitter whirlpools...

glorious rain...and mud...

a scrap metal koala...

creamy foam...

small beach beauty...

resting duckling...

ragged seas...

key to calm...

Monday, 27 July 2020

Yawa...


magical world...

So far this year I have not visited at all...
But at least I have a vast range of photos...

cloud memories...

take a little time out...



Sunday, 26 July 2020

a view of wetlands...

grooming duck...

poised wattlebird...


This image was taken in December, 2017...

I love the upward flick of the tail feathers...

shopping adjustments...

if cats could...

love me the grace of boats...

The Norwegian Jewel was launched in 2005...

Herbsttage...

NOTE: 'Herbsttage', the title of this image, means 'autumn days'...

quietly live my truth...

quiet, reflective drama...

more 'Sarum'...

beyond the prickly clutter...


Here is an enigmatic rising above the prickly clutter of social and political climates...
Always Tim implies that it is best to befriend those moments close and lingering...

The constants...
The soul mates...

And it is then that you gather the strength
To wage a stand against the more vicious intrusions in your world...
See them for what they are...

Hollow shadows...
Hollow
Aimless
Variable
Wanderers...

Rise above...

And see other blots as
Passing
Insubstantial shapes

Very very small
Aliens...

Saturday, 25 July 2020

Light Sower...

NOTE: The artist's name should be 'Chmilar'...
And the title of the painting should be 'Light Sower'...- an oil painting on aluminium...

Colmenar de Oreja...

is she OK?...



UPDATE?: Monday 27.7.20

UPDATE: Finally, Sunday 2nd August...6:30pm News - Janice is the newsreader...


almost wild quiet...

new traffic...

no wings...

in a huff...

UPDATE: (an hour later) ... She is now happy to have rumpled my bed
and is snoring peacefully there...

some whimsical art...



Her art is not only featured at Temora Hotel
but also hangs at Deb's Jeweller's, Temora and the Pak Gallery Cafe and Restaurant, Coolamon.

'Sarum' begins...


A beautiful couple of hours in winter sun on the verandah reading this delightful book today...

What a journey it is going to be...

Friday, 24 July 2020

Babe...


Memory jolt when I saw this posting...
Never did see the film...no particular reason why not except that when a film is popular,
I usually wait to till the hue and cry dies down and then view...
This one I forgot to re-visit...

However, the memory relates to where Babe was filmed...
It was filmed in Robertson, in the Southern Highlands of NSW.
Robertson was a scenic, short drive from Camden...where I lived in the 1990's.
Robertson itself has stunning countryside...often wandered there at weekends.
Used to be signs around the town that Babe was filmed there, but not sure if the signs still exist.

Established in the 1860s, Robertson was known as “Yarrawa”,
from the “Yarrawa Brush”,
a generic term used by the early settlers for the local rainforest
which they had set out to clear.
The clearing of the dense rainforest was necessary
to enable farming of the rich red basalt soil which lay beneath the Yarrawa Brush.

Further...another memory of Robertson,
spent a long weekend there at Ranelagh House - on a professional development spree...
(but the current website states that it was called originally Hotel Ranelagh
- in fact, Ranelagh has had a number of name tweakings)
Brilliant old rambling building...built in 1924...with peacocks outside.
The peacocks loved getting on the tin roof in the mornings
and gifting us all with a loud wake-up call...

There were overgrown tennis courts to explore outside
(pre-refurbishment)
Rambling rocky gardens
Animal cages
And a brilliant view of the coast
from the top of the escarpment
where Ranelagh was sited...

In its original heyday, Ranelagh boasted a nine-hole golf course,
two tennis courts, croquet, lawn bowls, billiards, fishing, hunting, horseback riding,
and an onsite mechanic who looked after guest's cars during their stay.
The hotel won the 'Most luxurious hotel in the Commonwealth' award in 1925,
and was the first hotel in Australia to have phone lines to every room.

It is a 3 storey brick building with 80 or more rooms...

The long weekend wasn't all workshops...
There were some fun times too...
I remember a lively pillow fight (4 of us to a room)
In-depth and quirky dialogue with other teachers after dinner
(complete with a glass of wine of course)

But one night...the last night...
At 1:00am

A lone violinist
played quietly in the hallway
at the base of the stairs...

Ranelagh is surrounded by 14 acres of gardens and includes a quaint little gift shop...

Ranelagh has now been re-named The Robertson Hotel...


 P.S. Just found out an addition to this grand old lady (on the above website)
One of the most charming and unique features of The Robertson Hotel is that it has its own railway platform on the Moss Vale to Unanderra Line, one of the most scenic train lines in NSW.
The route you take is called the Cockatoo Line.
The heritage train runs from different locations (Sydney to Wollongong),
but stops right in Ranelagh grounds.

Picture
The Cockatoo Run

Reckless Paper Birds...

Reckless Paper BirdsReckless Paper Birds by John McCullough
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Reckless Paper Birds by John McCullough grips the poetic microscope tightly and closes into the deepest recesses of body and soul in action... together, not separate. The body is no longer the frame, the encasing for the soul, but is the reality of the soul... McCullough's poems are a heaving sea of past and present pieces - colours, scenes, objects and people - all washed into tides of cresting and crashing waves riddled with sensual shock after sensual shock.
The 'I' figure emerges and fades and re-emerges through the poems, ensuring that all the physical experiences are overlaid with soulful introspection.
Varying poetic formats ensure that no one poem is quite the same as the last; no one wave can ever be the same in the sea that is life.
The energy in the poems is palpable, generated by a lively selection of verbs and tightly paralleled images e.g. Outside, the weather bludgeons photo ops... So many images are crunched together and overlaid, creating a richly mesmerising poetic experience.
This collection of poems dares to portray rarely visited (or even recognised or known) human experiences. And the impact is a pleasant surprise.

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winter evening skies...

There was a lovely hush in the air at this time...
birds had gone home to nests...
and in too short a time,
this pause of colour was gone...

rainbows on the wing...

Day 5 remote learning...


Feel very guilty about how I have spent asynchronous learning day.
It is meant for catch-up...students and teachers catching up on work required.

I did attend a meeting at 8:15am for student wellbeing...
Then launched into fixing problems with school stuff...

And just had to get some more sleep...exhausted already and haven't slept well all week...

Intend to use tomorrow to 'make up for it'...

Thursday, 23 July 2020

War of the Worlds landscape?...

The TV series was released in 2019. The film is set in contemporary France.

love-in-a-mist...

human library...



The human library in Launceston has been operating for 12 years.

City of Launceston community development and safety officer Nathalie Servant is responsible for bringing the program to Tasmania.
City of Launceston community development and safety officer
Nathalie Servant is responsible for bringing the program to Tasmania.

More details in The Examiner - May 20, 2018

lavender and oats cake...

In the midst of my never-ending stress
(school wanting more and more immediate data on struggling students),
I have to keep a focus on some beautiful moments...such as this one...

storm starlings...

Wednesday, 22 July 2020

The Little Red Caboose? and masks...

Day 3 remote learning...

So sad to see a student leave just when they are making commendable progress in a subject...But it is what it is...Loved this surprise today...

Tuesday, 21 July 2020

Day 2 remote learning...

Still trying to eat some lunch during PD after school today...Nothing seemed to work properly during the practice run...No one knew why... Some could hear and see the screen...others not...Some couldn't get into the meeting...I (as a practice parent) managed to get in and could hear and see the practice 'teacher interviewer', but lasted a couple of minutes and mysteriously booted out...Practice teacher could not hear or see me...Re-entered...booted out immediately...several times...So frustrating (I was getting upset about it...probably just tiredness) after a heavy day of remote learning... Found out afterwards, other teachers had similar problems...Maybe it will all right itself tomorrow...There goes lunch...again...

Monday, 20 July 2020

flowers on fences...

Day 1 - remote learning...again...

Sunday, 19 July 2020

another easy mask to make...

mask...sock it to me...

masks mandatory...

country landscape...


Bruce Cascia creates photo-realistic paintings of landscapes, motorcycles, dogs and roadsides

welcome Sunday morning...

Saturday, 18 July 2020

a charming urban area?...

Dragør is on the beautiful island of Amager.
Houses are from the 1700's.
The town's economy depends mostly on fishing...

missing...


As if there are not pressures right now,
for a local teenager to be missing adds an extra layer of sadness...

May he be OK...

pebble in love...

flashbacks...

Dan's North Face jacket...


Dan's wife Catherine also said a couple of days ago that Dan only has the one North Face jacket...
And now, a few hours ago...

aboriginal place names...

podcast in lockdown...

quirky responses to covid-19...






Anna Spargo-Ryan is the Melbourne author of The Gulf and The Paper House, both from Picador. She won the 2016 Horne Prize and writes widely on mental health, loss, love, and breakfast.

a beautiful spirit...


to do or not to do...

a broken spear...

weekend...after a week of RM prep...




I definitely agree with Rob...2 lockdowns nows in Melbourne
+ I feel closer and closer to appreciating the little things around me
+ my imagination is going wild...
'dragonflies' indeed...

Maybe tomorrow I morning walk...Today is all about domestic organisation
for the first week of remote learning next week...
+ some reading (beginning Sarum - Edward Rutherfurd - 1344 pages) for relief...maybe escape...
(the latter is my 'project' to balance projected remote learning stresses)

Tomorrow polish off strands of work for remote learning too...
Simply could not face doing any more yesterday...Felt gutted...

secret message?...

Friday, 17 July 2020

Day 5 reflection on 2nd round of remote learning...


article on Dan Andrews...

thoughts on trees...


snowy trees...

voice of wind chimes...


Love the deep and gentle tones of these wind chimes on my front entrance archway...

a nest...


There is something so calming...
so settling...
about this scene...
especially at the close of
a very strange, unnerving working week...

There's a gentle reminder here...

nest in the place that matters...

there is really nowhere else
of any lasting importance...

Just Dropped In...

Kenny Rogers – Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition ...

No real idea why these lyrics resonated with me today...
- The First Edition - 'Just Dropped In' [Kenny Rogers (1938-2020)]

Maybe just the feeling that today is the last day of remote planning for remote learning...

The frontline begins on Monday...



I woke up this morning with the sundown shining in
I found my mind in a brown paper bag within
I tripped on a cloud and fell-a eight miles high
I tore my mind on a jagged sky
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Yeah, yeah, oh-yeah, what condition my condition was in

I pushed my soul in a deep dark hole and then I followed it in
I watched myself crawling out as I was a-crawling in
I got up so tight I couldn't unwind
I saw so much I broke my mind
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in

Male Wheatear...

Thursday, 16 July 2020

house martin...

roofline by night...

winter silhouettes...

- a little rosella enjoying a walk in winter twig land in my back garden...

nature's winter bling...

nearby dreaming space...

Orient Express...


Introduced in 1883 as 'Express d'Orient'.running twice a week.
1891 - renamed Orient Express.

In the 1930s, the Orient Express itself ran three times a week
from Paris Gare de l'Est - Munich - Vienna - Budapest - Belgrade - Istanbul.

More history details (including associated trains) HERE

Lake Benalla sunset...

flag on a castle...

Greater Glider...

my working day...

Day 4 prep for remote learning...


Meanwhile, somewhere I have to do professional development hours by the end of September 2020 to complete/satisfy my annual teacher registration. No whole day conferences to attend. No school PD's to help.
All PD has to be driven by an individual online search for possibilities.
20 hours of PD are needed. I have recorded 10 so far.


Rob teaches on the Bellarine Peninsula
- on the other side of Port Phillip Bay from my Mornington Peninsula

Wednesday, 15 July 2020

stress headache...

ferry train...

accidental art...

mystical hush...

scrambled...

heart-wrenching...

almost deer antlers?...

snow sculpture?...

Tuesday, 14 July 2020

5 finger breathing...

Randolph Stow lost?...



From 'Ishmael'
The hawks wheel in the
dawnlight, the dawn breeze
blows
from the heart of drought, from
the hungry waiting country –
and what have I to leave, but
this encumbering
tenderness, like gear for ever
unclaimed.


P.S. Currently popular Western Australian novelist Tim Winton influenced by Stow's outback descriptions of Western Australian outback landscapes and people? (In particular, this comment seems connected to Stow's novel 'Tourmaline'.)
P.P.S. It seems that the Sydney Morning Herald agrees with me...
                                              article on Stow published June 2, 2010

Randolph Stow quotes:
Ishmael -'Oasis. Discovered homeland. My eyes drink at your eyes.'
The Embarkation-'Winds in the harbour hiss'
At Sandalwood-'The love of time, and the grief of time: the harmony'
The Land's Meaning-'The love of man is a weed of the waste places.'

snow tracks and a bird...

child and snow patterns...

Australian lighthouses...

like eerie skeleton arms...

pebble legend...

alone...

Kiyochika Kobayashi (1847-1915), born into a samurai family, is regarded as an important artist of the Japanese Meiji period who paved the way for following generations of Japanese printmakers from the traditional ukiyo-e to the new shin hanga art movement.

More details of his life from the Meiji period and the Tokugawa shogunate to his life as a ronin - a lordless samurai HERE

snow gums...

Monday, 13 July 2020

spherical boulders...

snow chaos in N.S.W....

pleasure in the pathless woods...

combatting covid reactions...

an illusion or two...

passionfruit vine and exotic flower...

emu problem...


So, it seems that in a sense, the emus are holding this town hostage?

elusive poetry...

living wall...

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