Friday, September 16, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Thursday, August 11, 2011
I wonder why Greece has been so high in my viewing stats...? Can't wait for all that bronze to come on home... Here's a little bit of beauty you have been missing.
Edit: Grrr Blogger. Am trying to figure out what these lines are. Hopefully they wont last.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
I have had the immense pleasure of meeting Rudy Jacques and spending a few days surfing, shaping and photographing with him. I have found in him a man of deep humility and graciousness, a man of quiet, resolute peacefulness.
Oil Reservoir Rudy...
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
If you like closing your eyes and contentedly nodding, getting slowly drunk on song. If you like drawing back on a bit of banjo, inhaling harmonies. If you like the drowning intoxication of rolling melody. If you like these things then...
The Harrow & The Harvest - Gillian Welch
Friday, June 10, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Thursday, May 26, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Friday, May 20, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
A memory of Kreisler once:
At some recital in this same city,
The seats all taken, I found myself pushed
On to the stage with a few others,
So near that I could see the toil
Of his face muscles, a pulse like a moth
Fluttering under the fine skin,
And the indelible veins of his smooth brow.
I could see, too, the twitching of the fingers,
Caught temporarily in art’s neurosis,
As we sat there or warmly applauded
This player who so beautifully suffered
For each of us upon his instrument.
So it must have been on Calvary
In the fiercer light of the thorns’ halo:
The men standing by and that one figure,
The hands bleeding, the mind bruised but calm,
Making such music as lives still.
And no one daring to interrupt
Because it was himself that he played
And closer than all of them the God listened.
R.S. Thomas - The Musician
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Tuesday, April 12, 2011
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
-Sylvia Plath (from The Moon and the Yew Tree)
Monday, April 11, 2011
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Monday, April 4, 2011
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Friday, February 18, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
I was privileged to be apart of the official launch of the 2011 Freedom Ride in Sydney on the weekend.
Re-tracing the original 2,300km journey made in 1965 through northwest and coastal NSW, the Freedom Ride 2011 will celebrate the significant impact this early expedition had on the identity of Aboriginal Australia and it’s role as a forerunner for considerable changes to improving the quality of life for Aboriginal people.
Lend your support by following the journey here.
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
I know nothing about ballet... but this is beauty.
Surfing should be less sport and more ballet. Watch and be inspired.
"While I dance I cannot judge, I cannot hate, I cannot seperate myself from life. I can only be joyful and whole. This is why I dance." -Hans Bos