ALMOST BACK TO NORMAL

Of course, “normal” may be interpreted in several ways…but for my purposes, let’s just say that I am now able to see a blean* at the end of the tunnel.

I tend to be one of those people who, when they see their plate has room for more, pile on more. Sometimes lots more. I’m not talking about the avoirdupois gluttony.No,no,no! The tendency to think I can tackle more than I can in the time I have available.That sort of more. And before I know it, my faint blean has become a ruddy bonfire, the sort that alerted towns miles along the coast that the enemy was in sight.

So, I’m relying on images to fill the space!

Yesterday morning,The Man suggested a walk down to the beach.So I put the little camera in my pocket…

A Cairo vine.I think it’s  pretty, but it’s a frightful pest when it gets away!Here, it’s slugging it out with native mangroves along a drain.

link http://keyserver.lucidcentral.org/weeds/data/media/Html/ipomoea_cairica.htm

This is Sunset Beach, looking north to  Bucasia. Technically, when the tide is out, you could get across the inlet to Bucasia Beach. A crocodile might fancy you as a snack though…

These caught my eye.They look a little like cashews. But they aren’t.And I still don’t know what they are! Gnomes’ hats, maybe…

Pyrostegia venusta . I’m guessing that, unless people prune it, next year that fence will be entirely draped in glowing orange flowers.

 

Calliandra Not sure which, but probably C. haematocephala.

When they say “beachfront living” this must be what they mean.Nice, innit?

There is a local Embroidery Guild chapter whose members are very active. Here, we see a representation of a running dog, worked in tiny French Knots. No? How about a representation of a running dog, by Mick Tyris?

 

“Here be pirates!” Well, a pirate’s hat.

I’ll leave you with the local Surf Life Savers’ clubhouse. If you squint through the trees you can see the Pub With the Million Dollar View, my local watering hole, high on the cliff behind the clubhouse.

Not a bad Sunday morning saunter. Mind you, the smell of sizzling bacon wafting from several places almost undid my resolve!

 

 

*  those of you who have read Liff will know.

 

BITS AND PIECES

Hello! Yes, it’s moi, returned from the wilderness of cyberpurgatory. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say “boneyard” since great swathes of my toy’s hard drive were cluttered up with useless, dead or not -activated  programmes. All swept clean now.And if it knows what’s good for it it will not get in a mess again.

So, once back in harness (keep that word in mind) I had some messages in a queue… among them was this https://www.facebook.com/Extreme/videos/1014215408635670/

Of course the wonderful Mr Hoffnung sprang to mind.And if I don’t keep a tight rein I’ll be wandering down that lane all day.

There was/is a lovely art exhibition touring and I was pleased to see it.Twice! Various artists have produced works influenced by past and proposed coal mines in a particular area of Queensland. Here is a link to Bimblebox, a nature reserve that is under dire threat by proposed mining leases.http://bimblebox.org/  and a map, just in case your geography is sketchy!

My last post (No, Muriel, you needn’t blow the bugle.Different sort of pos-put that bugle away! NURSE!) …my previous post slid in under your radar, didn’t it? I thought someone might pick up on the oblique reference.Maybe my readers are not Psalm readers?

Dashing away again, I’m afraid. But I’ll leave you with another  Hoffnung classic.You’re welcome.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5iHCMwA7n7I

 

 

 

 

 

BITS AND PIECES

Rather like my life, really. Well, certainly like my front room! I did start to clear away the detritus of framing, wrapping and stacking work for the little exhibition. Then realised that quite a lot of the bits and pieces might as well stay where they were since I’ll be using most of them when I start assembling the books (three sets of -eek!).

I took some time out on Sunday to head to the Marina. Why? Well, The Man had his Mustang down there as part of a small fund-raiser.* Not exactly a classic car show, but there was a fair bit of interest in the shiny toys…

My first thought when I saw this? “I hope the hand brake holds!”

A ’65 fastback.Considerably beefed-up. Quite a “bird-puller.” 

 

And this, for all the little kids! (And some big ones.)

And it wouldn’t be the seaside with ice cream, would it?

 

Somehow, not as romantic as Antonio’s ice cream cart…

I wandered over to that net-wide emporium of vulgarity (Youtube) and this was about the best on offer. That’s a bloke singing! I noted that, beneath the clip, it read: best suited to old folks’ homes.

And for readers too young to recall…here’s a quick sketch of the old-fashioned kind of ice cream cart.

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There is something in this that “speaks” to me. I love work like Brian Dettmer’s fabulous carved books and Cecelia Levey’s delicate paper sculptures. But this, on so many levels, is very “me.” Perhaps because I recognise some of these old Victorian streets, perhaps because it’s quirky. But mainly, I think, because the books remain readable books. …Hooray for Daniel Speight!   http://fuckyeahbookarts.tumblr.com/post/33226420495

I think it’s time I teased you again…what is this?

 

As usual, post your guess in comments.

 

* One of the Marina shop owners was taking donations to assist a breast cancer patient.