Author: Rita de Heer
Writing is what I do. What I think about. What I meditate on. What I dream up. Listen to. Imagine. Sometimes I sleep. Sometimes I eat. And I walk. Pull out environmental weeds. There are a thousand more things I do, though writing comes into a fair few of those things too.
Gone to Feed the Fish
The unfortunate vertical ripples, which barely show when I’m looking at it with only my specs between my eyes and the painting, are due to a paper working well above its pay-grade.
I’m trying to finish my stock of less than ideal ‘parchments’ before I acquire more.
You’re right if you think that this painting seems pretty well unintelligible seen from a distance. Zooming-in helps. It’s always surprising when and what meanings can be wrung from a few splotches, and unplanned application of color, and a few well-chosen words.
Trying for a gallery block today while on my mobile …
All these vibrant hibiscus are flowering at the moment in the old gardens adjacent to the residential village where I now live …
Most of the residents living in the old village have gone but their gardens live on. Seems to me from this show that hibiscus are hardy and forgiving.
‘First things first | A Working Library’
Every so often at breakfast time I jump through a rabbit hole that presents itself as an independent blog post, and see what I can see down there.
This morning, since I was late anyway, and since my computer fell corner-wise on my right foot little toe yesterday and I can walk only painfully, I thought I might as well.
Because it is at breakfast time that I normally check my emails, BOMs opinion on the weather for the day, and a few other things depending on how long each thing takes. One hour is it, including breakfast.
Looks like I’m only allowed three paragraphs for this post, and I’m typing this completely in the dark … maybe I better move it to my laptop … that didn’t happen and lost my train of thought in the meantime. So this is it for the meantime.
is impossible to write an effective first post on a blog.
— Read on aworkinglibrary.com/writing/first-things-first
Gather your gossips | A Working Library
Gossiping, what the world lost when the authoritarian impulse took against the power of women.
Talk is power.
— Read on aworkinglibrary.com/writing/gather-your-gossips
Stratocumulus
Streets and streets of stratocumulus in my sky today. These are lines of ordinary sheep IE cumulus clouds parading close together in lines.
It’s said they don’t, but sometimes do, produce rain. They graze the skies between 2000 and 6500 feet high.
Two thousand feet? That’s only 609.6 metres!
They’re a low cloud. These are the ones that you bump through while in a plane on the way down.
Stratocumulus has seven variations which we’ll come to as they are seen. The most famous, howver, is a stratocumulus that presents as a ‘roll cloud’ a long tube, that appears in Northern Australia in September and October.
This phenomenon is called the Morning Glory. Seen it anyone? I know there are some Australians among you. I’ve never seen it despite spending a few months in the area in the 1980s.
A Pretty Little Mystery
Another pretty flowering shrub in the old section of the village. I hate the idea that all these will be lost when the wreckers are sent in.
Of course I could go in there and get a bunch of cuttings but I already have a dozen plants that I care about on my balcony and the new gardens are a different style and not mine.
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