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MARCH 22 2011 : DAY No 81 of 2011 :THE OPEN GATE.

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I was standing next to the open gate. I had only to move forward. It was like stepping out into space.

Robert Adamson.

At one time, way back, I was in a detox unit for drug addicts and the detox unit was in a mental hospital in Sydney. I stood at the open door as if a padlocked gate barred my way to the outside world. I learned a lot in that moment.

SHUT THE GATE. YOU HAVE PASSED THROUGH.

039I am sitting at my front windows on a 34 degrees C Autumn day and watching the cows in the front paddock. They are looking at me too. The Farmer has put them in there for a couple of days to eat the grass down. I am rather interested in cows. They are bigger than me. They are stronger than me and yet they stand at the gate and make no attempt to pass through it. Sometimes there is merely a cloth cord hung across an area and they don’t break through that either.

I might do some hunting around in the depths of the Google for wisdom about gates. Seems to me that they keep things in and keep things out. That they keep SOME things in and some things out. It can be short term or long exclusion. They can be closed, locked or open. We have a bull here too and I am glad that there is a fence and a gate between him and me.

Now for the GATE research. Into the Google and lets see what we find. Maybe I shall try the Internet Archive today.

I am as timid about passing through gates as I am at taking photographs. I frequently catch the rearview of people who have passed by because I don’t quite dare to front them lest they challenge me. Like the lady at the Seashell Stall at Coffs Harbourside Markets who informed me that she doesn’t let people take closeups of her product. Well then. Back to rear views of people who have passed by.  I am much the same with gates and with garage sales. I slow down as I approach a garage sale and then my courage fails me and I daren’t enter. I always need an escort who is a little more daring. Once in, I am just fine and its difficult to remove me from the conversations and observations.

I was once a secondhand dealer and the fear of passing through Gates uninvited wasn’t an asset in that trade.

Right then – straight from the GOOGLE. Various aspects of the Gated Life. Including GATE CRASHERS, Gate takings and more.

GATE 2 The Argus (Melbourne, Vic. 1848-1954), Saturday 4 March 1950, no 2

Access Blocked

Where once it was easy and free to explore,
The roads are now blocked by gates galore.
Don’t go here and don’t go there,
No explanation, they don’t care.

© Copyright Peter Mooney 2004-2005.

 

 

And the Video CHINA GATE.

CHAMMA CHAMMA

 

FROM LES MURRAY. A poem with an implied gate.

Down a road padlocked now
steel discs and weeds sprawled
in a room whose rusty hair
was iron cornrows, and its brow
a naily timber lintel
under which I’d gaze across
the river at Midge Island
as the tide turned on its pintle ..

LES MURRAY

The gate that is padlocked to prevent a new idea or a new person from entering and perhaps restoring. life to the unused. Tremors of the locked gates which stop worshippers entering churches and lock the ‘ no good ‘ people outside a gated community. Gates can be very foolish and simply say – its mine and you are not allowed in.

 

THAT OLD GATE

 

Wrapping it up with some images. 

The first from The Queenslander in 1919.

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article22814093

 

gate The Queenslander (Brisbane, Qld.  1866-1939), Saturday 26 July 1919

A VISUAL VARIETY OF OLD  GATES.  
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GARDENMARY MARY COLONIALBORNQLDTHANKYOU
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ZZACHARY

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MARCH 20 2011 : Day no 79 of 2011 : "Too often travel, instead of broadening the mind, merely lengthens the conversation. " Elizabeth Drew.

http://www.roadjunky.com/article/967/travel-quotes

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Since I have miserably come nowhere near my aspiration to write 500 words a day I shall simply post a series of unlabelled images. I shall call it TRAVELLING ON THE EASTERN EDGE OF NSW – WHERE THE LAND MEETS THE SEA.

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MARCH 7 2011: Day 66 : Far away on Cold Mountain, a stone path leads upwards. Among white clouds peoples homes reside. DU MU.

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Far away on Cold Mountain, a stone path leads upwards. Among white clouds peoples homes reside.  DU MU.

I live in the Lowlands, down in the Estuarine Country of the River Flats. I am Coastal. Just behind me, to the West are the Mountains. Not especially BIG mountains , I suppose but mountains they are. One of my children lives up there and across the tablelands of the New England. People’s homes reside there. The road up is a one laner at times. When the rains come and wash away the side of the mountain. Its not far from here but seems a different world and it is. 

DORRIGO – THE TOWN AT THE TOP OF THE MOUNTAIN.

DORRIGO MOUNTAIN ROAD.

BELLNGEN THE TOWN AT THE BOTTOM OF THE MOUNTAIN

UKI calls itself the town where the mountains touch the sky. Its to the North of here, past the Clarence and the Richmond and into the Tweed River. I lived up there from 2001 – 2009 in nearby villages and I thought Uki a very pretty small town. I was particularly fond of Mt Warning, the plug of the ancient volcano. However, when I drove into UKI and saw the sign about mountains touching the skies – well – I don’t think so. One mountain quite high is what I would write. “UKI – One fairly high Mountain”. That’s my sign.

Izzy thinks it should be UKI – THE TOWN WITH ONLY 3 LETTERS.

Down here we have mountains in plural with a town on top. DORRIGO. I’m not fighting with Victoria and Southern NSW. They win for mountain touchers, but I think we have the edge on UKI.

Following further research I am now in doubt about those heights. Still seems to me we have a lot more mountains touching the sky than UKI. I will research further.

ROUND MOUNTAIN 1583 METRES

MT WARNING  1156 METRES

Phew. I was correct and we have MORE of them.  

FEBRUARY 19 2011: Day 49 : These are the days when birds come back, A very few, a bird or two, To take a backward look.

Emily Dickinson.  [1830-1886]  INDIAN SUMMER.

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GEM COLLECTION TOPIC :  To take a backward look.

MAX BARRY TECHNIQUE NO 2 :  The Quiet Place.

What: You go to your own particular writing place and close the door on the world.

Its quiet here now. Just me up and about. There are horses to feed later and other animals but I can do my 500 words now with the heat of an old summer on me and kookaburras all about as they have been all week. I sat by my sister as she passed away the other day. My younger sister. Then there were people all about and we talked and wept and laughed.

Now I am home for the weekend before going South to farewell her amongst the mega family.

There were solar flares all about this week, so NASA tells me. solar flare 17 febAnd a full moon in Leo.

The GEM COLLECTION topic is “to take a backward look.”

It’s about the Indian Summer and here we are with the heat and blue skies which we didn’t have in early summertime at all.

We have more birds than Emily seems to have in her writing. The lorikeets come every day and the satin bower birds. This week, kookaburras have sat on the fence poles and the lower branches of the tree near the Cottage and fed on worms and other critters.

I look backwards – take a backward look – as we prepare for my sister’s funeral. I search through old photos and memories come unasked for when I lie down and try to sleep. A backward look to young girls and young women in the spring and summertimes of their lives. Now I am an old woman looking back and she is gone. That thought cuts my 500 word quota short.

I am tired now.

FROM JONATHON CAINER

Now where are you? Is this quite what you had in mind when you first set out on your most recent journey? There are two things to consider here: 1. The journey isn’t over yet; 2. You need more time to get used to what’s happening. Even the finest things can seem undesirable when they are strangely unfamiliar. Life is obliging you to look at factors and issues that you would far prefer to draw a discreet veil over. Once you overcome your initial reluctance and resistance, you will start to make a series of valuable discoveries that radically alter your understanding of what’s possible. As the powerful moon grows full, your future can be revealed… and changed.

MY 2011 FROM JONATHON.