I’d like to kick off this weeks’ post with another poem from the very talented NSW artist & poet, Annette Kelsey:
Fleeting
gone
the stellar blue
of summer
calling me
to see
winter’s palette
with new eyes
this
early sunset
of purples, yellows
and greys
that fuse into
a pink
I cannot name
whispers
enjoy
this fleeting miracle
for
small joys
accompany
every day
Now it’s time for some…
Happy Snaps
It’s mid-winter and school holidays, which means around here, parents pop their kids into an unstable craft and push them out into the harbour. How else are they going to learn important life skills like how to navigate around ferries, heavy cargo ships and body retrieval?
Men, in the Calliope Mens’ Shed:
Me in the weld shop… ah, the smells, the burning rods, the hot metal, spot fires on my clothes, hair and skin:
An old photo taken inside the Bray Family Home in the 1970’s. That, my friends, underneath our epic door bell chimes, is a B&W TV set my father converted into a fish tank. People often commented on how clear the ‘screen’ was and how realistic the picture looked:
I didn’t buy it, but the name made me chuckle:
Spotted up at the library, isn’t it nice when families stop squabbling long enough to take a nice portrait?
Stolen from Substack
Mad Max will never be the same:
Just another week in Gladdy town:
Yep, this is me:
Jesús doesn’t seem real bright, but the good news is I don’t think he’ll be breeding any time soon:
Hang on! That’s only four things! Nice try pal:
Well, it’s about time! Although, you may need to source some fairly hefty pain killers prior to the op. And band-aids. Lots of band-aids:
Now that I think about… Frank has a valid point here:
People! It’s not that hard. Now, repeat after me:
Hey, thanks for joining us, and keep an eye out for Sunday’s post.
Cheers,
Gb