Friday, February 13, 2009


We drove on to the town of Carcoar, the third oldest settlement west of the Blue Mountains. You've gotta love a shopping centre with vines growing up the posts.

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….

Country towns with your schooner bees,
And locusts burnt in the pepper-trees,
Drown me with syrups, arch your boughs,
Find me a bench, and let me snore,
Till, charged with ale and unconcern,
I'll think it's noon at half-past four!"


  1. This is so lovely! It looks like a painting. Wonderful shot!

  2. Yes I think so. Was going to cut the wisteria back from climbing the trees in my garden today but was too tired from weeding and wet enough already.

  3. I had not thought of this as over-exposed - just strong morning light. I can see what you mean by working for you.