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Showing posts from May, 2008

Main Street

Photo: Sofala

More junk

Yeh. I love it.

Photo: Old buggy wheel, Hill End Museum Musing: From Country Towns by Kenneth Slessor "Verandas baked with musky sleep,
Mulberry faces dozing deep,
And dogs that lick the sunlight up
Like paste of gold – or, roused in vain
By far, mysterious buggy-wheels,
Lower their ears, and drowse again...."

House that was

Photo: Old House, Hill End Musing: From House That Was by Laurence Binyon
"Of the old house, only a few crumbled
Courses of brick, smothered in nettle and dock,
Or a squared stone, lying mossy where it tumbled!
Sprawling bramble and saucy thistle mock
What once was firelit floor and private charm
Where, seen in a windowed picture, hills were fading
At dusk, and all was memory-coloured and warm,
And voices talked, secure from the wind's invading."

Rainwater Tank

The historic town of Hill End has a museum and quite a lot of well preserved cottages. This rainwater tank was on one of them. Rainwater tanks are of course a very old fashioned country-style type of thing which are now very in vogue in the city as an answer to water restrictions during drought.

Photo: Rainwater Tank, Hill End Musing:
Rainwater Tank by Les Murray

"Empty rings when tapped give tongue,
rings that are tense with water talk:
as he sounds them, ring by rung,
Joe Mitchell's reddened knuckles walk.

The cattledog's head sinks down a notch
and another notch, beside the tank,
and Mitchell's boy, with an old jack-plane
lifts moustaches from a plank.

From the puddle that the tank has dripped
hens peck glimmerings and uptilt
their heads to shape the quickness down;
petunias live on what gets spilt.

The tankstand spider adds a spittle
thread to her portrait of her soul.
Pencil-gray and stacked like shillings
out of a banker's paper roll

stands the tank, roof-water drinker.
The do…


It has been so busy at work I ended up wayfaring in Sydney for the past two weeks rather than commuting from the mountains each day. The lands beyond the mountains are a mere memory at the moment so I've loaded up the wallpaper on my computer with this pic taken in more lanquid times.

The 60 km Bridle Track runs from Duramana, northwest of Bathurst, to the old mining town of Hill End. It's a picturesque drive beside the Macquarie River. I will show you some more shots from this area while I take time to catch my breath and go visit some new places.

As I usually have poems here I thought you might find this collection of John Donne wallpapers interesting.


Here's one last shot of the glorious golden trees before moving on from Mount Wilson.

Today is Whitsunday (and Mother's Day).

From The Whitsun Weddings by Philip Larkin
"The fathers with broad belts under their suits
And seamy foreheads; mothers loud and fat;
An uncle shouting smut; and then the perms,
The nylon gloves and jewelry-substitutes,
The lemons, mauves, and olive-ochers that

Marked off the girls unreally from the rest.
Yes, from cafes
And banquet-halls up yards, and bunting-dressed
Coach-party annexes, the wedding-days
Were coming to an end. All down the line
Fresh couples climbed abroad: the rest stood round;
The last confetti and advice were thrown,
And, as we moved, each face seemed to define
Just what it saw departing: children frowned
At something dull; fathers had never known

Success so huge and wholly farcical;
The women shared
The secret like a happy funeral;
While girls, gripping their handbags tighter, stared
At a religious wounding."


Church, Mount Wilson

Here is the church that is near Church Lane -- an interesting building surrounded by tall tree ferns, another characteristic of Mount Wilson.

Church Lane

Church Lane, Mount Wilson

Grand gardens

With Autumn now at its glorious best we took a trip to Mount Wilson which is little pocket of beauty on the far side of the Blue Mountains. Blessed with volcanic soil and good rainfall this lovely village is home to many mature and grand gardens.