And so it goes...

.......This is a blog where my other self exists in any number of the dimensions of Time and Space........... .

Thursday, 24 November 2011

new cottage coming up

http://www.thehomepage.com.au/property/rental/24-john-street-goulburn/152491

Friday, 11 November 2011

and the guns fell silent..


 

Lest we forget..
Pvte Edward D'Arcy Kendrick .no 2131, 9th Battn then 3rd Brigade MG company 1st AIF . KIA The Somme 25/7/1916 (1896-1916)
Pvte Amos Wardill of Southend,Essex, no.89546, Machine Gun Corp KIA Flanders ,21/03/1918

Friday, 4 November 2011

To the memory of Arthur Easton

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=anPgTes5Pu4

Jones St ,Ultimo, 1979.....

Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover

Ah
Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Yeah
My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Crimson and clover, over and over
play the song big boy!!!

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Recovered Pics..well well well



first up 1978/79, sort of a New Wave  street life inner city  time..Paternoster Row Pyrmont..refers well with Arthur Easton 1978
then





Brumby St ,Strawberry Hills 1983/4

Thursday, 23 June 2011

The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

Borrowed from http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/



The Passionate Shepherd to His Love

COME live with me and be my Love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That hills and valleys, dale and field,
And all the craggy mountains yield.

There will we sit upon the rocks
And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
By shallow rivers, to whose falls
Melodious birds sing madrigals.

There will I make thee beds of roses
And a thousand fragrant posies,
A cap of flowers, and a kirtle
Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle.

A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull,
Fair linèd slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.

A belt of straw and ivy buds
With coral clasps and amber studs:
And if these pleasures may thee move,
Come live with me and be my Love.

Thy silver dishes for thy meat
As precious as the gods do eat,
Shall on an ivory table be
Prepared each day for thee and me.

The shepherd swains shall dance and sing
For thy delight each May-morning:
If these delights thy mind may move,
Then live with me and be my Love.