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Some of the blogging community have been sharing pictures of their book shelves.

I don’t have “proper” book cases here. Books in this house live mainly in wardrobes, cupboards and boxes. Unless currently being read, in which case they’re probably on  the kitchen counter, the dining table, a desk, a bed, a side table.

We had great shelving in our former house. The living room was lined in pine and when time came to put up shelves, we drove over the mountain to a lumber yard that had good deals on seconds.

I spent ages, scrambling up and down stacks looking for exactly the right pieces. I’ve long forgotten what the planks cost, but they were certainly not expensive!

You see, I had a length of shelving in my sewing room that still had rough bark along one edge and I wanted that look for the bookshelves.

So, no shelves to show you, but here are some of the books.

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All showing years of love and use. I’ve left out the several large dictionaries and the thesaurus and most of the ENORMOUS art and garden books. And I didn’t even begin on the boxes!

And now i am going to stand under a cold shower. I know it’s worse for people in NSW, but I’m done with this heatwave. The Met Men mentioned a storm, but I don’t see anything on the horizon. Must fill the ice trays…







But before I start on the one hundred + photos I took…

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Mr.Yellow has gummed some leaves together and appears to have settled down to become his moth self.(This was in the making stage.Obviously.) I cannot find any accurate information on the duration, but someone up in the Northern Territory recorded it as being almost 3 months. Temperatures down here and August v March may make a difference. Stay tuned!IMG_0226  6pm Aug 27.JPG

The Sunbirds  are real characters – whenever I’m watering the gardens they’ll “ask” to be sprayed with the hose. The other day I actually managed to sneak back with a camera;this is the closest I’ve ever managed to get to the flighty little beggars!I hooked the hose in a branch and they took great delight in sliding down the banana leaves and flying through the spray.sunbirds bath 2.JPG

Banana leaf slide

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Mr and Mrs Bird, drying off on the rose arch.


And now… a few pictures from the Libris Awards exhibition.

The major prize-winner, a collaborative work by George Matoulas and Angela Cavalieri

“Europa to Oceania” quarter cloth binding




Janice R Nedela  “Unreadable Book #2”  Acrylic sheets




Caren Florance. “Pleasure Demolition”  letterpress, paper, thread



Jack Oudyn.  “Keer-Weer -turn again.” Waxed Vietnamese paper.




Winner of the Regional Artists’ Award. May-Britt Mosshammer. “Tapping the Knowledge.” Books, bronze, paper



I’ll post more, but right now kitchen duty beckons!


Because so many are not only difficult to photograph as they are displayed, I’m not going post all of them. But there is a list available from the gallery’s website




…when the thermometer climbs above 30.

The cats have already hi-jacked  helped me out with Jane’s “flowers in the house.” And I had a coffee break and looked at some of the other floral delights on her blog. Well, I felt  a bit deflated, didn’t  I? So I admit I stole  borrowed Deb’s clever idea and snipped some sprigs of rosemary. But what to put with them? Hmm…something I have never tried before so have no idea how long before the Cape Primrose drops its petals, but here it is, with some white Penstemon.

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And one of the ginger-y  Tapeinochilos which hangs over the pathway was snapped so I trimmed it back and added a stem of shell ginger (that’s a current menace at the back gate as it’s crawling with green ants-ouch!)

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A very paltry contribution, Jane, but things are grim just now. Also, I’m cutting back a lot so that the tree chaps can get in to remove the trees.

And yesterday, I had a little surprise in my mail box – another book in the BookArtObject exchange. I think this completes my group swaps, but, to be honest, we’ve been going for so long on this round I’m really not sure! But here’s a peek …

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And that’s all for now, folks.* I still have some palm trash to drag away from the back pergola and I think making pastry before my hands get bloody and grubby is a good idea, don’t you!



*was it Bugs Bunny who said that?



I suppose, since they are on public display, I can show photos of any of the work. But it feels a little rude without telling authors what I want to do.

So, with kind permission of several friends and colleagues, and links to their sites …here are more books. Clicking should give you a larger view. I’ve also given my “guesstimates” on size as it’s not always easy to tell from a photo, a fact noted by the judge, Helen Cole.*


“Shyness” by Elizabeth Banfield. I’ve been almost mesmerised by Elizabeth’s delicately cut lino for  quite a while now. This book is approximately A6 (maybe a little bigger) in size.


A beautiful book, if a sad subject. Helen Malone has produced this  as her depiction of the devastating Brisbane flood in 2011.Her own photographs, in sepia tones, echo the mud that covered acres and acres of land and the book, displayed as intended, swirls like the river it records.


“Peace Mends the World” by Fiona Dempster. A “patchwork” of metal and Perspex. These are pieces of  reclaimed copper sheeting, stitched (!) together with copper wire;the “pages” are fastened with copper rivets.  A little bigger than A5.


“Carpe Diem” by Rhonda  Ayliffe. A clever look at today’s hi-tech world. This book requires an app to read (I don’t have such a device). I believe Ronnie explains a little of the construction on her blog. And you can see a related piece by Ronnie as part of the current round of BookArtObject exchange here


“A Burning Question” by  Sara Bowen. Sara is the artist who initiated the BookArtObject exchange group and this is one of her titles  in the current round. Intricate paper cutting and pop-ups, this is presented in a “match box”, with a spent match attached.Quite scary, especially after such a summer of fires! Another small book, approximately A6 or slightly bigger. As the match box is not displayed, here is a link to Sara’s own picture and her  blog


Speaks for itself, really! Well, anyone who used an earlier  pc will know. As I wander around the web looking at artists’ books, I am struck by the great humour shown by so many. In this presentation Caren Florance addresses the thorny issue of display,something that drives gallerists and curators bonkers – how should we place this !**$# item so that everyone can see/read it?Just click the image and all is explained, right down to the type setting.

This has been quite a long post! I might show you some more books next week. I am lucky to be living  in the same town as I can take my time, absorb more, exchange views with other visitors. And share it  here. 🙂

Oh! yes…the horse and jockey things. Hmm…perhaps I’ll tease you  give you another day to work it out.

* Thanks to Helen Malone for these links, giving a judge’s perspective.

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Yes, this blog suffers from abandonment. If I viewed blogging as a “job” I might write more regularly. But then it would not be the fun that it (mostly!) is.

That doesn’t mean that I would not consider  paid work again…

Who’s up for another little guessing game? Nobody? Too bad, you’re going to get one!

Not a spider this time. Mind you, if you’ve been  into  the funny stuff  you might see spiders this colourful! Leave your guesses in the comments and I’ll post the answer on Friday.

We’re doing a little revamping Chez Dinahmow. No major building work, but a concerted effort to tidy some of the muddle. And, believe me, it is a veritable “bugger’s muddle.” Too many things with no proper home. I mean, c’mon, who would collect beautiful art and keep it packed away in boxes! Yes, guilty, as charged.

Until yesterday…

But now my artists books have  their very own home.

Display cabinet

Our floor has one or two uneven spots (we know this from the highly technical method of ball-rolling) and the cabinet is at present chocked with some of Sporran’s ripped-up cardboard.

But until we do something a little more permanent…

some of my collection  on display

four books from the current round of the BookArtObject  exchange  

and some from last year’s exchange.

I’ll have to rotate  things as this cabinet is nowhere near big enough for everything. And I’ll need to devise  slightly more professional mini-plinths than the current plastic kitchenware! But it is lovely to see my treasures.

In case anyone is wondering what has happened to the  print that used to hang in this spot… it is in the queue of  paintings, prints, photographs waiting to be re-hung. The framing tape on some needs to be replaced and there are new works to be hung.

I was saddened and extremely annoyed the other day when The Man and I  pulled up beside a python on the road, just metres from our house. Some bastard had run over it. To judge by the tyre marks it was a deliberate act. But I picked it up and carried across the road, down to the treeline above the mangroves. At least the carrion scavengers could pick at it there without themselves suffering fatal “Dunlops Disease.” *

dead python   Morelia spilota

Now, because Dinah doesn’t like to go out on a sad note and because we all need a laugh and, most importantly, Dinah needs a drink…here’s that  great comic duo getting up  some pretentious noses. Enjoy!

* A term coined by a former Parks Ranger for anything run over on our roads. 



On seeing the restored Mustang, friend commented the other day that she “loves  bucket seats.”

Are any of you readers old enough to recall the bench seats, column gear shifts and dashboard handbrakes?

Like the ’57 Vauxhall Velox

the ’38 Ford                                                                                      

Oh! The room there was in cars like the ’57 Vauxhall Velox, the Chevy Bel Air, the Humber 80, the ’38 4 door Ford… you could have your picnic basket on the front seat, the littlies could reach over for a snack …

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And almost every family travelled with at least one kid up front. That left room for 4 on the back seat. Sometimes, a dog too. Rugby boots, hockey sticks and roller skates and beach towels were slung in the trunk/boot, depending which country you’re in.  Seat belts? Back then, only jet pilots had seat belts.

Something else the really old cars had – running boards. Jolly handy devices for those of us who had to “ride gate duty.” And a level “shelf” for the picnic teapot and cups.

Something else I remember is how bucket seats, around 50 years ago, were almost the death knell of hanky-panky…


How much “stuff” is enough?

I mean, how does one know when to stop hoarding things that may, one day, possibly not in this lifetime, be of some practical use to someone?

I don’t really want to be one of those daft old bats who can’t open the door to Meals on Wheels because she has seven five feet high piles of “The Times” supplements and knitting patterns for soldiers’ comforters (can such items really be knitted? Don’t answer that!)

Confined to quarters, I thought I’d clear out some of the “stuff.” I made lovely neat bundles of “stuff” I intend to give to the op shop. More neat bundles of “stuff” to be put in the bin.And no, I’m not obsessive. The bin is not very big and wont be emptied til next week.

I found several things I thought I’d lost. I felt quite proud of myself. Until today.

Today, I have searched frantically for something I need. I cannot find it. But I still have rather a lot of “stuff” to sift through…perhaps it’s  with some books…




That’s the trouble with “tidying up.”

I sometimes think being a compulsively neat person might be good for me. But about as likely as Hell freezing over…



“Helping” and trying to catch the cursor was tiring. A nap was called for. Their “pillow” is my well-thumbed copy of the Douglas Adams & John Lloyd gem,“The Greater Meaning of Liff.” It’s an expanded edition of “The Meaning of Liff” and if you have not read it I suggest you hit your local Barnes & Noble, W.H.Smith, Whitcoull or whatever emporium sells good books. If you don’t, much of what I write will be somewhat Dalderby.( No, I’m not going to give you an asterisked explanation on the end of the post! Buy the book!)

Cat o’ two tails?

Yes, they do now venture out into the garden. And under the fence. And down the drive. Not too bad if I have help, but on my own…


I’m taking advantage of that cliche, the window of opportunity…

I hope you all had/are having a happy time? Chez Dinahmow, that jolly old man in the red jammies brought us a wonderful gift: RAIN! Now, to those of you in places like Seattle and Vancouver, this may not seem very gifty.And there are folk a few hundred kms from me who will be ready to strangle me, but when you are going through a drought in the coastal tropics…well, thanks, Santa!

And someone else is noisily gtrateful,too.

I was going to show you a pretty picture of our Christmas tree.

It has…no! it HAD fibreoptic lights which changedcolour; a truly beautiful epilepsy-triggering effect. The instructions stated that it should not be switched on for longer than 16 hours continuously. Trouble is, after a mere non-continuous TWO hours its (probably expensive!) Halogen bulb died!

Feeble excuse for not having a picture of it? Okay, I have a better excuse… Sporran’s ability to jump onto the counter where the tree stood. That’s the same counter which houses the coffee-maker, the dish rack, the stove top, the toaster, the trayful-of-car-keys-pens-bills-rubber-bands-paper-clips-and-other-stuff-the-housekeeper-

I knew it would not be long before the kittens raised their bar, in a manner of speaking, but I did hope to get through the holiday jump-free.


Some of you have probably been sent the usual flurry of theme-memes. It gets a bit ho-hum after a while, doesn’t it? But here is someone whose wit avoids the trite. Go on! Pop across and have a chuckle.



Your festivities weren’t festive enough? You’re craving a little action to whittle that waistline?
Well, you could always sign-on with the power company for a high-powered position! And if that has the same effect on your knees as it did on mine (and I was sitting down!) maybe you’d rather try your hand at the ancient and noble sport of archery. The Wiltshire Witch has mentioned that she’s not too dusty with a bow and arrow and I have been known to hit the hay bale once or twice. But I doubt either of us (certainly not me!) would split hairs in this argument!


I may be absent from my post for a few days…the Met.Man is keeping a close eye on a low pressure system in the Coral Sea. “They” say it is unlikely to become cyclonic, but our power went off last night ( it was after 6am before I could make a decent cup of coffee! ) and the weather, though showery, was perfectly calm. Go figure!

See? Told you I wouldn’t explain the meaning of Dalderby! Na-na-na-na-na-na!


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