Mat vale comer grama y abrojo, que traer capirote en el ma.
" It is better to eat grass and thistles than have to wear a hood over your face."
Liberty, with little, is better than much without it.
"A dictionary of Spanish proverbs, tr., with illustr. from the Lat., Span …"
foto – ulmarra hotel oct 09 hunting for lizards to photograph.
(In the night is counsel.) Night is the
mother of thought.
foto-south grafton emporium 09
You should respect each other and refrain from disputes; you should not, like water and oil, repel each other, but should, like milk and water, mingle together.
Scrubby Pete Hurcombe and Izzy Foreal at Stoker’s Siding. 2008.
“Darkness reigns at the foot of the lighthouse”
foto-lighthouse at yamba 08
If you can’t sleep, don’t count sheep. Talk to the shepherd.
It is essential to know that to be a happy person, a happy family, a happy society, it is very crucial to have a good heart, that is very crucial. World peace must develop from inner peace. Peace is not just the absence of violence but the manifestation of human compassion.
Dalai Lama, Associated Press, 14/5/01
foto-kingfisher ulmarra 09
A Singing Voice
Rising and falling with the
Twisting road the song closed, soft
In the night. Over thirty
Years have gone by but I have
Never forgotten. Again
And again, driving on a
Lonely moonlit road, or waking
In a warm murmurous night,
I hear that voice singing that
Common song like an
from WRITER’S ALMANAC
fotos- izzy foreal 2008 on the tweed river nsw
"Proverbs; Or, The Manual of Wisdom: Being an Alphabetical Arrangement of the Best English …"
Where would you rather be?
Anywhere but here
When will the time be right?
Anytime but now
The doubt and the fear I know
would all disappear
Anywhere but here
foto-t shirt in ulmarra october 09
He that pryeth into every cloud, may be stricken with a thunderbolt.
foto- ulmarra skies nov 09
The Old Black Billy and Me
by Louis Esson
The sheep are yarded, an’ I sit
Beside the fire an’ poke at it.
Far from talk an’ booze o’ men
Glad, I’m glad I’m back agen
On the station, wi’ me traps
An’ fencin’ wire, an’ tanks an’ taps,
Back to salt-bush plains, an’ flocks,
An’ old bark hut be the apple-box.
I turn the slipjack, make the tea,
All’s as still as still can be –
An’ the old black billy winks at me.
foto – jacaranda day 2009 in grafton nsw.
The Rowing Song
Round the world and home again
That’s the sailor’s way
Faster faster, faster faster
There’s no earthly way of knowing
Which direction we are going
There’s no knowing where we’re rowing
Or which way the river’s flowing
Is it raining, is it snowing
Is a hurricane a–blowing
Not a speck of light is showing
So the danger must be growing
Are the fires of Hell a–glowing
Is the grisly reaper mowing
Yes, the danger must be growing
For the rowers keep on rowing
And they’re certainly not showing
Any signs that they are slowing.
SEE OLD POETRY.COM
foto – dragon boat races on the clarence river. november 09.
You can’t complain about the sea if you suffer shipwreck for the second time.
from OLD SALT
foto – houseboat on the clarence river 2009
A contented mind is a great gift of God.
“Proverbs; Or, The Manual of Wisdom: Being an Alphabetical Arrangement of the Best English …”
foto – shellbound store coldstream street ulmarra
Virtue is the beauty, vice the deformity of the foul. Socrates.
foto – compost heap in coldstream street