Wednesday, April 5, 2017

Ross Bridge...


Ross Bridge, Tasmania by Rev Norris Brook...
Rev Norris Brook was a minister at the Yagoona Baptist Church, N.S.W. in the early '60's.
He and his wife Ethel had 2 boys - Craig and Dean...
( He began attending the N.S.W. Baptist Theological College in 1954.
Rev Ron Hansard was in his year.)
I think there was a daughter too, but I am not sure...
As a sideline to his ministry, he loved to paint in oils...
I loved mountains... and he painted a snow-capped mountain by water for me...
The painting above is the only example of his work that I have found online...


grim weathered landscape
a vital bridge
bathed in white light

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

ancestral colours...

French painter born 29th December 1933



proudly
I walk in my ancestral colours
and gaze sadly on
your parched
your scorched
urban spaces



Monday, December 28, 2015

book of life...


Book of Life - painted sculpture by David Kracov (1945-  ) ...
Michael Douglas gave this as a gift to his father Kirk Douglas...



in our life cycles
we walk
sunshines and rains
cobblestones and
burning sands

but in the cosmic weave of things
wings
are always there in
the book of leaves for

rebirth and
renewal

Thursday, December 17, 2015

Eastern Dream...


Eastern Dream (1904) Jean Lecomte Du Nouÿ (1842-1923)  Oil on canvas


when I sleep
in your world
I awaken
the spirit of
your eyes
your nearness
your breathing


I feel the wings
of your presence
bearing the joys of
our yesterdays

closer
and
closer

Wednesday, December 16, 2015

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Humanity Slipping Away...


Humanity Slipping Away - Helen Savva - Limassol, Cyprus
I made this as a response to the tragic death of the 3-year-old Syrian refugee 
– Aylan Kurdi – 
who had drowned together with his 5-year-old brother Ghalib and mother Rehan 
in the Mediterranean Sea while trying to escape Syria.



beyond my world

few knew Kurdish Kobane
a border city
balancing between
Turkey and Syria
until it was reduced to
80% rubble

but they know now


beyond my world

few understood
the relentless tides of desperate souls
seeking some kind of life
without fear

but they understand now


beyond my world

no one saw my three year old son
Aylan

until he slipped away from me


but they now see
in tragedy

he is
THEIR
son

Isn't he?

Saturday, August 29, 2015

springtime by a lake...


Springtime at Lac Léman in Switzerland - Peder Monsted (1859-1941)


vibrant
soft
light

spring
seeks

the fruits
of morning

sails
seek

the fruits
of spring
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