Bush fire sun over 1-32-34

On the 6th December – as the photo says, we took photos of the Bush Fire sun. Amber, weakish as it can be photographed quite safely. The later photos show an amber sky, earlier in the day the sun an amber orb peeking between trees.


. An unreal landscape. Just a single track road, its verges and, standing up on either side, the precipitous, abrupt lines of machine-cut trees – that are either columns along the nave of some vast, natural, outdoor cathedral or, equally fancifully, sombre beings – Ents perhaps! – standing obediently aside to let us pass […]


Nuclear Medicine-a walk in the Park

The Main Feature

My day in the MRA bomb, bomb, well I was one after Andrew and I left there for a walk in Centennial Park and Fox Studios while the isotope highlighted my brackey bones. Andrew was with me and as usual I was nervous and made a fuss and whined about the lack of wheelchair transport after certain hours in the afternoon.After the isotope was in place we were sent away for 4 hours for it to wriggle about before the main feature – the MRIMRI-Diagnostics Usually I go in head first – when they check my brain tumour but on this occasion it was feet first for a bone scan of my legs.[/caption]

We made our way to the Park via Avoca street passed Emanuel, the Jewish College. 

A  truly beautiful building with a Castle like appearance, it sits up there on the hill and can be seen from a distance. It took us a liitle while to discover both its location and function. We found it accidentally when we exited the Park via a different gate and came right upon it. As you will discover if you follow the link above, it has quite a history.

We visited the Bike Cafe for morning tea, then to walk around Fox Studios and then a bus back to Randwick proper – where I bemoaned the absence of cafes which had wheelchair access – or room inside if one could negotiate the doors. [Alas, we had returned too early because I missread the second hand of my clock for the hour hand and suggested we ought make our way back to Randwick Junction.]

I attempted to tell Andrew the reason I prefered not to sit on tables outside, this time I used the excuse of the Diner murders where perpretators had sprinked Cyanide over diners meals, killing them, murder. There are other reasons like when I was a small child and aboriginal people where forbidden to sit inside. I referred to it as sitting outside with the dogs. And when they brought the colour charts around the classrooms to measure the whiteness of our skin – they would take you away and award you to someone’s home because they thought they could make us white that way.

Home and away

We had a Castle near our place!!!


Iandra is a large heritage-listed homestead 11 kilometres south of Greenethorpe, New South Wales in the Weddin Shire, surrounded by the townships of Young, Grenfell and Cowra. The property was added to the New South Wales State Heritage Register on 18 February 2005.

I was sort of lucky depending on what you call lucky, my parents were, well just plain nasty and a stay away at one of the neighbours farms was a relief from the constant persecution I endured at home. I am different, as you must know. My father called me “IT” and I was blamed for everything that happened.

Once my younger sister insisted she would sit by the door in our old car – it had suicide doors and they were a bit wonky, well she fell out, didn’t she, and landed on the road. Lucky for her dad was going fairly slow…so.. of course it was my fault.

Anyway, from time to time my father used to go on a bender, spend all the money and that left me as the only one competent to go shoot rabbits for food,  for our rather large family. At least I had a room to myself, I slept out on the veranda with the dogs and on a cotton bale for my bed and suger bag for my  bed covers.

Sometimes if they thought I was really bad they would lock me in the Root cellar.I managed to prise some of the bricks away from the wall and dug myself a tunnel so that while I was supposedly in the cellar I would get out and play all kinds of pranks on the family – and get back in the cellar and they used to wonder who was doing all those annoying things when “IT” was locked in the root cellar.

My mother’s mother had been sent away to a Boss Cocky to be turned into a white woman and while she was away she was turned into pregnant, she returned to what they call the boongs camp and had my mother who was half white.

Mum married my dad who was a Scottish man from Abroath, him and his family all came out together and my grandfather was the local vet and what passed for a surgeon since we were over 200 miles from the nearest help.

So as it was in those day I was a coloured kid but defined by a caste system, I had a white father,grandfather and grandmother on dad’s side of the family; and a half cast mother with two full blooded and one white grandparent on her side. “IT’ was a mongrel, I was an Octoroon, I think.

At least when the Nazis with the colour charts came our way I could go down and spend time with the mob down by the dam -male or female I was accepted there and I spoke Language as well. I also spoke Scottish or whatever it was with my grandfather and no one used to know what we said.

Sometimes I thought a good bang would have gone a long way to solving my troubles.

Usually I go in head first – when they check my brain tumour but on this occasion it was feet first for a bone scan of my legs.


Magnetic resonance imaging (MRI) is a scanning procedure that uses strong magnets and radiofrequency pulses to generate signals from the body. These signals are detected by a radio antenna and processed by a computer to create images (or pictures) of the inside of your body.

Image of Iandrafrom Iandra Castle – Iandra Station & Mt Oriel Homestead. 2018. Iandra Castle – Iandra Station & Mt Oriel Homestead. [ONLINE] Available at: http://www.iandracastle.com.au/. [Accessed 09 December 2018]

The ascent of Muhammad to heaven (mi’rāj) – Sulṭān Muḥammad,

The ascent of Muhammad to heaven (mi’rāj) by Sultan Muhammad This is a featured picture on the Turkish language Wikipedia (Seçkin resimler) and is considered one of the finest images. Sultan Muhammad-between 1539 and 1543 Medium- opaque watercolor and ink on paper Dimensions 28.7 × 18.6 cm (11.2 × 7.3 in)

Sulṭān Muḥammad, (flourished 16th century, Ṣafavid Iran), one of the greatest of Persian painters and the most notable artist of the Ṣafavid school at Tabrīz.

During the period 1495–1522 Sulṭān Muḥammad was probably the leading exponent of the Turkmen school of painting current in western Iran under the White Sheep and Black Sheep Turkmens. This school was marked by dynamic verve, illogical perspectives, concealed grotesques, violent colours, and a strong tendency to see excess as a source of virtue. This Dionysiac style was well suited to the fervent temperament of Shāh Esmāʿīl I. Yet in 1522, when the aged painter Behzād of Herāt came to reside at the court with several of his disciples, Sulṭān Muḥammad began to be influenced by the balanced, harmonious, and humane school of Herāt. The result was a magnificent blend of all the best elements of Persian painting. Sulṭān Muḥammad also found the perfect patron, the young shāh Ṭahmāsp I, son of Esmāʿīl, who took paint ing lessons from him. No doubt Ṭahmāsp’s predilection for Herāt painting also influenced the work of Sulṭān Muḥammad.

During the period 1520–38 Sulṭān Muḥammad worked along with the other court artists on the great Shāh-nāmeh of Ṭahmāsp. With Shaykh-zādeh, a pupil of Behzād, he illustrated a Divān of Ḥāfiz and a Divān of the Turkish poet Mīr ʿAlī Shīr Navāʿī in 1526 and 1527. He also worked (1539–43) on the Khamseh of Neẓāmī, illustrated for Shāh Ṭahmāsp. Soon after this the Shāh turned away from painting, convinced that it was a frivolous and irreligious diversion, and though some of the Shāh’s relatives continued to act as patrons, Sulṭān Muḥammad seems to have painted no more. His son, Mīrzā ʿAlī (Muḥammadī), already a notable artist, became one of the leading painters of the next generation.

Sulṭān Muḥammad’s style was diverse, and he was considered a master by his contemporaries. In composition, colour, draftsmanship, verve, wit, and profundity he is clearly one of the greatest painters of the Islāmic world, on a par with Behzād.

Image referrences- Jon Thompson, Sheila R. Canby (eds)., Hunt for paradise, court art of Safavid Iran, 1501-1576, cat. exh. New York, Asia Society Museum, 2003-2004, Milan, Skira Editore, 2003, p. 117-118, n°4.29

Attribution: Sultan Muhammad [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Biography:  Article: Encyclopedia Britannica. 2018. Sulṭān Muḥammad | Persian painter | Britannica.com. [ONLINE] Available at: https://www.britannica.com/biography/Sultan-Muhammad. [Accessed 30 April 2018].

2018-04-16: Monochrome Monday — Jennifer Sawicky Photography

I’m starting the week off with an adorable baby elephant that I had the pleasure of spending part of my last morning on safari with. It never hurts to start the week with something sweet Wishing you all a fantastic week ahead.

via 2018-04-16: Monochrome Monday — Jennifer Sawicky Photography

Birds of the Far South-1

Birds of the Far South

Via https://cindyknoke.com/2018/03/13/birds-of-the-far-south-pt-i/

There are lots of birdies in the southern hemisphere! They can fly where humans (and boats) flounder.

Via https://cindyknoke.com/2018/03/13/birds-of-the-far-south-pt-i/