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| Djarragun this morning, shrouded by cloud |
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...”
[John Muir]
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| Djarragun this morning, shrouded by cloud |
My father came to Australia from Egypt in 1950. Pyramids have long been a part of my personal mythology. Still, I had never envisaged myself making a life at the base of one; nor had I anticipated the daily joy of watching the ebb and flow of sunlight and shadow over such a striking form.
Then there is the weight of that geology; all that mighty mass of rock, strata - twisted, folded, exposed...
and the mountain that attracts its own weather systems, ever changing, shape shifting; the constant variable that has been delighting my eyes now every day for more than a year...
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| cloud settling last night at dusk, from our back yard... |
“This mountain, the arched back of the earth risen before us, it made me feel humble, like a beggar, just lucky to be here at all, even briefly.”
[Bridget Asher, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted: A Novel]
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| cloud settling last night at dusk, from our back yard... |
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| My father, seated on his mother's lap; photograph taken on their arrival in Perth, 1950 |
and below; a few of my favourite Djarragun moments over the past year or so ...
23.3.13 addendum:
Today the birthday poet has been busy drawing Djarragun [without any prompting on my part!]. It is doubly exciting as it has been rare for Dante to state that her drawings are of any specific subject [other than 'a martian in a spaceship'...]
Here is my current favourite, celebrating her new muse:
'First I saw the mountains in the painting; then I saw the painting in the mountains...'
[Chinese Proverb]
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