Saturday, 23 May 2020

I write of mountains...

I write of dreams
as if I know
I will live them

I am music...

The ears...the eyes... a melting moment...

her model dreams...

She may not be perfect for a model, but she is so beautifully cuddly...
She happily wandered the Dromana foreshore with her owner 2014 Australia Day...

in the mystic hours...

Grimshaw's paintings always coax a smile from my soul...like connecting with a friend...

Friday, 22 May 2020

Mr Gally...

year of rubber rings...

in praise of a Pigorian Chant moment...


This particular CD is not only musical, but appeals to my need for an urgent sense of humour when under stress or frustration...

And the accompanying storybook begins...

Snuggled in an overgrown valley outside an obscure town in a remote corner of an insignificant country on a forgotten continent is the non-existent farmstead of Snouto Domoinko de Silo...

And continues...

The origins of Pigchant are obscure, but scholars tell us that it dates back to before the time of Caesar Hogustus. The world has all but forgotten this, our oldest music. Yet in their ancient and echoing stone grange, the murmuring Domoinkan Pigs still calmly contemplate the Meaning of Things in their well-worn mystical and quasi-musical way.

The 9 page story, before the lyrics of the chants begin, is signed by

S.K.Boynton, Py.G
Ad Hog Historian

a cottage???...


Sebastian Piton has created houses straight out of fairy tales. Strengthened by his family heritage and experience, during his studies he was charmed by Antonio Gaudi’s softened roof curves, balconies and fantastic fireplaces.

softly furled petal...

Only small...but there is such a sad beauty in a petal felled by wind and rain...

Macbeths...

Macbeth  - a saga of presumed power and the sharp karma that comes to those who presume and assume too much...Macbeth could be anyone who is tempted by the sweet allure of glory...and then resorts to extremes, desperately trying to hang on to and own what one can only call 'fool's gold'...

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