Saturday, September 16, 2006
Reading: Bryson & Marchetta
Bill Bryson's travel books are enduringly wonderful, so after the taster from the Lost Continent, "I was born in Des Moines. I guess somebody had to be." here is his memoir of childhood.
Looking for Alibrandi and Saving Francesca are favourite teenage novels - Melina Marchetta has such an ear and pen for creating a voice. She's not prolific, so each new work is to be savoured. Hear an interview with Melina.
Phooey! - NO time for reading this weekend. They'll just haunt me till I can start. And then, which first????
This is one of my favourite quotes about reading:
I read because the words that build the story become mine, to build my life.
I read not for happy endings but for new beginnings; I'm just beginning myself and I wouldn't mind a map.
I read because I have friends who don't, and young though they are, they are beginning to run out of material.
I read because every journey begins in the library, and it's time for me to start packing.
I read because one of these days I may want to leave this town, and I'm going to go everywhere and meet everybody, and I want to be ready.
(Robert Peck)
Friday, September 15, 2006
Sunset
Thursday, September 14, 2006
The big salad
Apart from the extensive array of vegetables, there are four secret ingredients. The ham, if ham is used, must be at least double if not triple smoked (more flavour). The dressing is a secret combination including lemon, lime, pepper, mustard and honey. And finally a small amount of peanuts and fetta add crunch and yet more flavour.
Prepared in advance by the in-house chef (that would be me), it transports to work with ease and when fully assembled and tossed in dressing, represents a decent half hour of crunching (there's a whole carrot julienned in that lot).
Highly recommended. Lotsa veges. Real food. Deeeelicious.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Yellow banksia rose
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Purple and silver
Monday, September 11, 2006
Sunday, September 10, 2006
July 2006 mosaic
Saturday, September 09, 2006
River
Friday, September 08, 2006
Beadstrings
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Wednesday, September 06, 2006
United 93
I brought a hanky, and then needed it sooner than I had expected. In the end, it wasn't the end one knew which brought me to tears. It was the ordinariness of people boarding and settling into a routine flight, and then the moment, after delays, when the plane took off, and you knew those people would never land alive.
As they found their seats, put bags in the overhead lockers, ignored the flight attendants doing their safety advisory I thought, I've been on that flight. It looks like most any flight I've ever been on.
Paul Greengrass, who wrote and directed it, his actors, his crew did an astonishing job of putting us there. The participation, as themselves, of a number of people who were a part of the day's events in control rooms shows their trust, in him and the film he was making, trust which was justified.
Roger Ebert's review describes this as masterful and heartbreaking. He's right. I wanted to see it on a big screen, in the darkness and focus of a cinema, and that was right too.
As the fifth anniversary approaches, the television documentaries are multiplying: The Falling Man, 9/11 (combining re-enactments with real footage). It's still not possible to do anything but shudder at the burning towers, the breached Pentagon, the scarred Pennsylvania field.
And wonder, without ever being able to know, how it could have been avoided, how else world affairs might have been conducted to avoid this.
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Monday, September 04, 2006
Pink blossom
Sunday, September 03, 2006
Saturday, September 02, 2006
To market
Friday, September 01, 2006
Rowing course
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Green swords
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Rural track
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Winter tree
Monday, August 28, 2006
Quilt: work in progress
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Reading: Watership Down
If you haven't read it in a while, treat yourself. Wonderful writing.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
It's not easy being green
Friday, August 25, 2006
Magnolia
Thursday, August 24, 2006
Another blossom tree
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Vista
Monday, August 21, 2006
Jonquils
Jonquils are a favourite flower - and still, unlike many flowers/fruits/vegetables, seasonal, so you can enjoy them and then anticipate them. They don't become ho-hum.
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Cart (no horse)
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
Bird on a wire
or maybe it's an electricity wire.
This is not my area of expertise. I do quilts.
(would you look at that beautiful sky??)
Thursday, August 17, 2006
(Patchwork)
The fence adjacent to this is a sandstone wall, with deliberately-chosen stone of fairly even colour. I'm intrigued by this, though: will is remain so varied in colour (which I do like very much) or is this the kind of base that then gets rendered or otherwise hidden?
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Frosty violets
It can be so much easier to see the places you don't live every day - it freshens your eyes. In the everyday round of work and home, the everyday routines of this day, week, year, it's more of a challenge to find something new. And yet... I am pleased with what I've learned and am learning to see.
It's still a pleasure to go away and have beautiful things like this to photograph.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Lake George
Lake George is on the way to Canberra, just after the village of Collector; the road skirts around the lake.
It fascinates me - it's vast, and so often there is little water there, so you see fences and grazing sheep. Other times all you would see in this photo is water between the trees and the distant mountains.
More information on Lake George here and here (scroll down to the end for this one).
Monday, August 14, 2006
Abandoned church 1
Look at the difference between the watered paddocks and the unwatered foreground.
Abandoned church 3
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Ladies' Toilets at Old Parliament House
This evidence of its past made me chuckle. When the bells would ring for a division and members were needed in the house to vote, they clearly made sure there was no escape - even in the loo! The bells to alert you, and the lights to advise for which chamber.
I do not plan to blog regularly, if ever again, on the features of public lavatories, but this was irresisistible. The architecture - much of it original, like this door - is part of its appeal: for example the loo basins are in period (with modern washers) and the rectangular 'brick' -style white tiles on the wall too.
The soon-to-close exhibition, Mrs Prime Minister about PM's wives since Federation (from 1901) was entertaining, particularly in the small details of how they conducted themselves in their 'first lady' role (eg. Pattie Menzies got a second-hand stroller/pushchair for her visiting grandchildren, painted it herself, and in using it discovered the inconvenient lack of footpaths in Canberra. And did something about it.)
Saturday, August 12, 2006
Frosty leaves
Friday, August 11, 2006
Painting
I'm left with a painting I find serene and rather appealing - it has the feel of somewhere in the British Isles, Scotland perhaps. It's painted on masonite, the textured side, which gives a canvas-like effect.
Reframe? Leave as is? I don't know yet. But I was glad to have found it to bring home.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Another morning eucalypt
The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.
There's a new Flickr group, A Year Of Color, that's a simple, engaging premise: one crayon colour a week, photos posted to be featuring that colour - and it's a different colour each week for the year, so it's a BIG box of crayons they're coming from.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
The red one
Found another blog to enjoy full of colour and patterns that I'd love to draw out of the computer as quilting fabric....print & pattern.
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Monday, August 07, 2006
Morning eucalypt
Ali Edwards has an approach to her creativity that I admire very much - finding art in life, redefining what art might and can be.
Great quote from her blog today:
John Burroughs : The lesson which life constantly repeats is to 'look under your feet.' You are always nearer to the divine and the true sources of your power than you think. The lure of the distant and the difficult is deceptive. The great opportunity is where you are. Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars. Every place is the center of the world.
I can see this tree from home. It's not under my feet, but it's something close, not travelled for, part of my place.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
So.....
And if you can tell me how to eliminate the border around it, if I want to, that would be grand!
Old bank gates
I'm intrigued by the fact that they're different faces - was there more than one goddess of banking and money, or did the sculptor just feel like a change?
One of the great advantages of a photoblog is the way it makes you open your eyes and pay attention. I'm glad I noticed these.
Food for thought
Food for thought in our consumer-driven society.
It's called Every Little Thing.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
Bus restoration
While today was mostly about quilts in various ways, inspecting this bus restoration was a profoundly educational part of it.
It's a pre-WW2 Leyland bus, which after years of patient restoration is expected to take the road on Australia Day 2007.
It's astounding how many decisions, discoveries and challenges are involved in the process. Take this seat for example.
- The seat frames came from a later vintage bus, so the legs you see on the left have all been moved several inches from a position closer to the centre. Because on this model bus, they were on the edge.
- The seat frame has been restored in two parts: when originally constructed, the top of the metal was dipped in chrome, in a way you can't get done now. So these have been painted brown, and the top chrome pieces have been made separately and joined.
- The seat and back are made of brown leather. I was shown an original: the colour match is remarkable.
- The seam at the back of the seat is correct for this model and vintage.
- The back of the seat back has been scumbled to echo the original finish.
- The chrome frame also provided 'straphanger' room to hang on. To finish the leather in that corner, half-cylinder metal has to be found, cut to appropriate lengths and screwed in place.
This bus will shortly be painted in its historic livery, red and cream with some black.
I have no plans to acquire a bus, let alone restore one. But it's fascinating to see, in someone else expounding their passion, the same commitment to imagination, problem-solving, patience and ingenuity which one can require to design and make a patchwork quilt. All of us on these different roads, which are so often the same road. I've seen this bus in progress at several stages over the years, and it's the most complicated, challenging 'jigsaw' I've ever seen.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Wattle/acacia
In gardens, along the roads, in shrubberies and parks, wattle is unfurling in a wondrous variety of yellows.
Having been battling a heavy head cold all week, I've finally grabbed a moment to get the blog back up to date. Thanks for your patience! Now for the next item on the neglected, ever-growing list.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
Bouquet
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Bananas again
The background is the other wrapping paper design from Australian Patchwork and Quilting - this is a quilt by Marianne Roberts called Pink (not fiasco, not fiasco..!) Fiesta.
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
An apple a day
{SNEEZE COUGHCOUGH}
Royal Gala apples are the most beautiful ones. Taste great too.
more soon.





















































