...see the fluffy horses feeding at the troughs in the field, scattering their hay on the trodden yellow snow; watch the miners troop home - small, black figures trailing slowly in gangs across the white field. Then the night came up in dark blue vapour from the snow.
.....The snowflakes, suddenly arriving on the window-pane, clung there a moment like swallows, then were grone, and a drop of water was crawling down the glass.  The snowflakes whirled round the corner of the house, like pigeons dashing by.  Away across the valley the little black train crawled doubtfully over the great whiteness. 

An un-Australian indulgence. By Lawrence.

tHe toY SHop

....Sleep is still most perfect....when it is shared with a beloved. The warmth, the security and peace of soul, the utter comfort from the touch of the other, knits the sleep, so that it takes the body and soul completely in its healing....

So Lawrence wrote of mother and child. In winter time.

Make hay while the sun shines.
That stupendous power house (just imagine the sound effects) our source of  life, that is the sun, will undergo change. In about 5 billion years, as a red giant, the sun will grow and grow out to earth's orbit and earth could well be incinerated or our water will be boiled away and our air escape into space. What we know of will not last forever. (Data from Wikidedia)

Lake Macquarie from balcony.
Photo from last summer. Does it 'feel' wintry or summer-like?  Apart from the obvious high or low temperatures a certain something is experienced about the seasons. Is it related to the postition of the sun? Probably. Our patch moves further away from the direct sun and the rays 'feel' weakened and more subdued yet bright and the characteristics of winter are experienced yet are hard to define. 
In equatorial zones, eg Papua New Guinea, it's summer all year round. And it may be just possible to notice two peaks in the hot weather when those areas twice face the sun full-on - first when it shines more directly on the northern hemisphere then the change to shine on the southern hemisphere - and even notice a tiny cool bout of weather when the area is furthest, which is never very far, away from the sun.

Horizon...the apparent boundary between earth and sky

Sydney underground comes up for air at Circular Quay and then back down again.

Dance Studio or events, it's all done with mirrors, beside Sydney Harbour.
Late afternoons ABC TV shows Dance Academy looking very good in this same locality and starring interesting role models for high schoolers etc and diversion for this conservative blogger.

Musical chairs. Rock solid. Outside a muscle manipulation therapist!

Julia is our new Prime Minister.  This very morning our leader Kevin was voted out. 
State Premier is Kristina and State Governor Professor Marie and the Governor General is a woman named Quentin.
More and more the word gender is replaced by the word sex - things change but stay the same.
Do we change leaders every time the going gets tough?

Friesian cow theme in Graze Cafe. Piazza Doro coffee for a kick start.
A mitten written blog.

Sunday driving. Red Ranga working on the rail line at Newcastle station. Is this a sign that the rail line will be removed in the future when the current upgrade is finished?
Lower, the big intersection had troubles what with road/drain works and a collision.

Juliet, Clydesdale Mare, head down..... work work work....day-trippers....Morpeth.

The Trading Post, Morpeth where it is just possible you will wear out your welcome if the olde wares are accidently broken, after all, the shop-keeper prefers to wear a smile.
The whereabouts of my companion became a mystery in the gloom.
'Wherefore art thou?'  I whispered looking in the direction of the motoring wherewithall.
Companion was examining souvineer ware from Weare Gifford.
'Where could we put this?'  he asked.
The shop is the size of a small warehouse and only about one sixth of the stock is shown in the photo.

Caution bump on deck   
Morpeth's classic old timber bridge has been undergoing extensive repairs for a long long time now.
An example of the decking is shown in lower photos. Concrete and long timber poles are combined - if I am correct.

Is there an art in preparing these light-up signs where space is limited? Like Twitter?
Also, does one write 'classic old timber bridge' in that word order? Word order is an unknown. This is a bad example.  'Classic timber bridge' is more like it.  But other better examples of problems with word order are met.

I knew of an old text book that covered those aspects with absolutely everything about quality and quantity words and while it was intriguing it made no concessions to the reader and was a very dense read and I tried but did not take up the challenge. Left it to the word-smiths. There's always tomorrow!

Redevelopment of Newcastle Inner City has been taking place and is a snapshot of building trends over the last decade - sensible, sober, professional, partly back to the fifties type of thing -  please, someone, build an outrageous colourful creative folly here and there.   

Cycles. Which house is about fifty years old?
I detect similarity.
البيت الذي الخمسين من عمره؟

Morgensonne leuchtet einem Raum in der Stadt.

Google translator

The Flying Fox hangs by one leg and wraps itself tight in its 'wings'. The small fruit bat was cold and tried to hang close to the other but was rejected creating typical squawks. Unexpectedly those little beady eyes won me over. The soft wings are unique.

These fruit bats were in the care of native animal rescue who report that bat food is scarce at this time of the year.  They feed preferably on native fruit and flowers while another group might eat insects and small animals and birds. These little bats often seek out a home-base in our urban areas and their habits are not necessarily well tolerated. At dusk they flock over our suburb. They are the only mammals that fly.
The carers are not anxious about disease from the animals and risks are minimised. Long term survival of certain species of flying foxes is unlikely according to the rescurers.
Biodiversity - where will we be without it!

The Duyfken Replica ship visited Newcastle some time ago - where is it these days? The original sailed for the Dutch East India company, round 1606, and sailed not only to Indonesia for spices but ventured south and recorded the first maps of part of the land of Australian.
On that journey the ship sailed in warm waters. No need for the duvet. When the weather is cold enough, as it is right now, many people like to have a Doona as a bed cover. 
Doona is a trade name that has become the common Australian slang description for a quilt with filling.  (So Doona is a form of metonymy).  Derived from the Scandinavian term dyne; popularized by Ikea in the 1970s (Wikipedia). The name, Continental quilt, also became known at one stage.
A Doona has a removable washable cover.  Originally, quilts, which in these parts were often named Eiderdowns, came in floral and coloured fabrics and were stuffed with feathers and eider-down and had the cover and filling stitched together as one. Perhaps the duvet is made the same way and is intended to replace sheets and blankets. The term Comforter is probably not commonly used here.
Koreans and maybe Chinese were seen to favour traditional padded quilts with cotton type covers in yet another style.
Down: the first feathering of young birds. Eider-duck: a north sea duck sought after for its fine feathers.
Wikipedia notes that Duvet Day is used in come countreis to describe on allowance of one or more days a year when employees can simply phone in and say that they are not coming in to work even though they have no leave booked or are not ill.

IF I WERE A BLACKBIRD
(Alister & Judson Armstrong, ca. 1950)

Helen Creighton


I once knew a maiden, a maiden so rare
Fell in love with a sailor, a young sailor beau,
She courted him dearly, by night and by day
Til at length this young sailor, he sailed far away

Chorus
And if I were a blackbird, I'd whistle and sing
I'd follow the ship that my true love sails in,
And on the top rigging I'd there build my nest
And I'd fly like a seagull to his lily white breast

Another crane. Even while beach fishing, men need a crane! 
From the archives, is an old photo, back in August 2008, when a dead whale washed ashore and had to be buried in the sand. Zooming in was unsightly.  Last night the same thing happened again on the same stretch of beach and was buried before I got a photo.

In 2008, the cause of death was unknown and samples were taken. The whale had signs of injury caused a ship's prop and could have occured when it was already dead.

Well, it's Sunday isn't it?
Timeless culture clothes a modern redeemer. A Koori inspired makeover of a traditional pius object.

Last Sunday, before rain set in. Rain... rain.... rainy days are nice.