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Some of the sights from yesterday’s walk through the Cullendulla Creek Nature Reserve which is right opposite where we’re staying.

Revelatory.

Revelatory.

A great thing about vacation
Is having time for recreation…
Sky rockets in flight,
*!* Afternoon delight *!*

This image was one of the winners of the Astronomy Photographer of the Year.  It was taken near Bungendore, NSW, Australia and shows the Capital Wind Farm on the shores of Lake George.
We drove past this wind farm on Thursday, with me commenting as usual on how much I’d like to see some wind turbines up close…having no idea at the time that they were the subject of such a great photo.

This image was one of the winners of the Astronomy Photographer of the Year.  It was taken near Bungendore, NSW, Australia and shows the Capital Wind Farm on the shores of Lake George.

We drove past this wind farm on Thursday, with me commenting as usual on how much I’d like to see some wind turbines up close…having no idea at the time that they were the subject of such a great photo.

~ Bottoms up!
 

~ Bottoms up!

 

This morning I found this bad boy stealing the chickens’ food. He was not at all repentant, and even took seeds right from the palm of my hand. His friends are all around the place right now, perching on the balcony and the outdoor setting. They’re King Parrots and very plentiful around here, as are Crimson Rosellas and Rainbow Lorikeets.

They’re almost matched in number by the kangaroos, massive Eastern Greys who feed on everyone’s lawn and on the vacant blocks. Roo poo is everywhere, even on the front path, and it’s quite dangerous to drive at night because of the mobs of kangaroos jumping across the roads.

Next to the pic of the King Parrot is an unfortunate seal we (the dogs and I) found on the beach today. Our hour-long walk was otherwise uneventful apart from the sheer joy of the dogs running along the sand and jumping in and out of the waves. The long steep ascent on the return journey is a bit of a killer, but I’m getting used to it.

We drove to Ulladulla (about 50 kms away) for lunch and it really looked its best on such a lovely sunny day. The Eurobodalla coast of NSW is a slice of heaven :)

artnet:

Conversing at Gallery Nine5 #galleryhopping #newyork

~ Text as art, art as text.

artnet:

Conversing at Gallery Nine5 #galleryhopping #newyork

~ Text as art, art as text.

…and the perfect weather.
Bateman’s Bay NSW. Our home for the next three weeks.

…and the perfect weather.

Bateman’s Bay NSW. Our home for the next three weeks.

vanityfair:

Lena Dunham Takes the Proust Questionnaire
What is your idea of perfect happiness?Unmade bed surrounded by books, writing utensils, and the dog; a plate of demolished toast with butter on my chest; loved ones puttering not too close but not too far.
What is your greatest extravagance? I’m quite frugal, but my dog has a whole staff.
Which living person do you most despise? That bitch knows who she is.
What is your motto? (Shrugs) “I didn’t ask to be born.”
Read more here. 
Illustration by Risko. 

vanityfair:

Lena Dunham Takes the Proust Questionnaire

What is your idea of perfect happiness?Unmade bed surrounded by books, writing utensils, and the dog; a plate of demolished toast with butter on my chest; loved ones puttering not too close but not too far.

What is your greatest extravagance? I’m quite frugal, but my dog has a whole staff.

Which living person do you most despise? That bitch knows who she is.

What is your motto? (Shrugs) “I didn’t ask to be born.”

Read more here

Illustration by Risko. 

Last night I tried to be all cool and stuff, so I took some duckface selfies. It seemed like a good idea after a few shots of pre-party tequila. 
I’m pretty sure that the tequila set off the chain of events that lead to the consumption of a bottle of prosecco and an unknown amount of Jägermeister. I haven’t drunk very much for a very long time, and I’m clearly out of condition when it comes to coping with the demon drink. 
Today I am much the worse for wear, but slowly improving. As long as I am in a quiet room and as long as I don’t move…

Last night I tried to be all cool and stuff, so I took some duckface selfies. It seemed like a good idea after a few shots of pre-party tequila.

I’m pretty sure that the tequila set off the chain of events that lead to the consumption of a bottle of prosecco and an unknown amount of Jägermeister. I haven’t drunk very much for a very long time, and I’m clearly out of condition when it comes to coping with the demon drink.

Today I am much the worse for wear, but slowly improving. As long as I am in a quiet room and as long as I don’t move…

Someone slipped a hangover in my drink last night.

Someone slipped a hangover in my drink last night.

In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.

A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.

Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.

Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

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Da Bomb

I went to a friend’s place for drinks to celebrate her big promotion and  it was all going well until she started handing out shots of Jägermeister,

Fortunately she lives only four houses away. I’m home now and I can’t feel my extremities. I’m going to feel SO bad tomorrow.

Martin Parker performs urban hacking and situational installation art. In other words, he (probably illegally) alters various forms of signage and adds his own.

I think he’s some kind of genius.