THE YAAN : That’s my place, up there in the photo. Taken today. With the mists down and the rain falling. I spent the day out in the Bush with Kati B and the Cheery Redhead, at their shack. Today brings the month of May to an end and it brings Autumn to an end.
I live in the little cottage. There’s garlic growing in the paddock down the front and our side yard is producing pumpkins. The citrus is ripening off to the left up near the houses and soon, the neighbour John will drop bags of lemonade fruit in as he walks across to the Main House.
The horses and the other neighbours are away this week. Camping out at Coonabarrabran . Izzy is working tonight and I’m sitting and thinking about Wintertime and washing drying on a rack in the living room.
I know I seem to have been depressed for quite a while. I was sitting in the Haematology Unit at Coffs Harbour Hospital yesterday and preparing to resist the well meaning pressure of a young doctor to take the Interferon treatment for Hepatitis C when I realised that I still think there is something shameful about not being a cheerful and emotionally stable person. That realisation took me aback somewhat. I thought I had come to terms with it. I thought I had done with apologising to anyone or anything about it.
But – it seems not. Buggar.
It looks like I had best set myself down on my eBENCH and do some thinking.
BUT FOR NOW – BACK TO MY FANTASY WORLD.
A FEW MORE SUMMERTIME BLOGGERS THAT HAVE TAKEN MY FANCY.
MEDICAL CHECKUPS. not something I often do. Into the nearby town and then back home in wintry weather.
Once again, the selection of topic for the weekly photo challenge irritates me. SUMMER just as we begin WINTER down here in ‘the other’ hemisphere. No matter. Today is my sister’s 60th birthday but she died the Summer before last and we have mourned long and hard. I shall choose a picture from her Farewell in February 2011. Or I might choose one from the dying months of that Summertime.
There you go. That’s my first Summer image for this week.
“A guitar has moonlight in it.”
James M. Cain
FOTO – DUNOON BLUES FESTIVAL 2008
Carry me away in a caravel, in an old and gentle caravel, in the prow, or if you like in the foam, and lose me, far away, far away.
In the horse-drawn carriage of another age. In the deceptive velvet of the snow. In the breath of gathered dogs. In the exhausted flock of dead leaves.
Carry me away without breaking me, in kisses, in chests that rise and draw in breath, on the carpets of palms and their smile, in the passageways of long bones and articulations.
Carry me away, or rather bury me.
THE YAAN: I don’t feel like writing today and I‘m not. Just thinking.
THE YAAN: Bellingen held its 122nd Agricultural Show this weekend. A friend from Oregon tells me he doesn’t know what a show is. Here are the pics and some videos. Bellingen is a town of app 2700 people. Once a year, the Show comes to town.
THE FOOLISH HANDS OF A MISSPENT YOUTH.
THE CHALLENGE IS IN. This week, I’m checking the other fellas out first.
Hands. Hands can be instrumental in a photo – they emphasis, they hide, they reveal. They can be the star of the show, or just a prop to help the main attraction stand out better. In this photo, this hand was what kept me between life and death as I walked down a rickety metal staircase on the side of a cliff down to the beach. I was glad for that hand and I’m glad I captured the moment, too.
Share a picture that has a HAND in it with everyone!
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Well I am really impressed this week and its only day 1 of the Challenge. Now to go looking for HANDS in pictures of my own.
THE INNOCENT HANDS OF A CHILD AND THE WISE HANDS OF A WELL SPENT ELDERHOOD.
HANDNOTE: I HAVEN’T BEEN ABLE TO BEND THAT INDEX FINGER FOR A FEW YEARS. HAVE SEEN MEDICOS WHO TOLD ME IT WAS ARTHRITIS. NOW I SEE MY OWN DOCTOR AND HE TELLS ME IT’S A TRAPPED TENDON AND A SIMPLE PROCEDURE WILL ALLOW IT TO BEND AGAIN. ITS GOOD TO BE BACK HOME AGAIN.