Saturday, December 31, 2011



Found this carousel hiding behind the old ambulance station in Gordo folded up and waiting, waiting to spin, to spin punters around and around into a horizontal vertigo.

Yes,  another year around the sun....... lets keep spinning.

Saturday, December 24, 2011

Blood Language


Spotted this moth hanging out in the lean-to. 
Zapped with a burnt yellow and a splash of brown, it's flying a Judy Watson touch.

Thursday, December 08, 2011

Third planet from the sun


Some images from an intense week of living, feeling and doing on the third planet from the Sun.

We have all travelled a long way in a we ever stop spinning?

Friday, December 02, 2011

A Frida Kahlo Day


Frida's house is an amazing blue, an ocean of spirits and dreams tucked away in the suburb's of earthquake shaken Mexico City.

That was 1993.

I did not know I was going to go to Frida's house but then may be I did and tried to hide from the calling by invoicing myself a cerveza dream.  But there I was melting under the 'Big Black Sun' waiting for the door to open to her house, to be let in before it was over run by the 'tourists'. 

Seeing her room and her bed were like stepping into a lightning field, the kind of dark illumination one gets when night cracks into day and the heat sizzles your hair. Have you ever been so close to pure light and heat? I used to chase storms, find myself close to bolts of lightening like I was chasing a laugh.

There I was at the door of her room looking in, like a idot grinning at death, knowing nothing  about her or why or how I really got there.....sure I booked a ticket caught a plane from Seattle. 

Frida greets you at the door, Bang.  

Your in her room, the heart of her spirit. She slaps hard. 

Are you awake or asleep traveller........The slap is so hard I could have been shot.

But I am already wound is trailing behind me.

On the walls and tables, invisibility rattles every object, every talismans and trinket. The vibration is subtle, it's a collected and arranged shake, stillness moves the soul. Frida is here, the room is's me shaking.

After the slap.........a voice calls!!!!

'wounded'...... then the room laughs.....grins...... bites.....and teases.... and then asks, 

'what pain do you bring traveller?', 

"what love do you bring tourist?'

Frida does not humilate, does not scold...... does inflict. The question unsettles, the mind but awakens the soul. 

'A wound is a wound' she says, 'love is love and now that you have seen me, on your way'.

Off I walk, waking with each step, shocked, shaken and rattled. 

Outside the house, I find my mouth a rock, dried and tied to my tongue. 

A bottle of water undoes the knot. As I walk.....I read the graffiti along the street.........

'A foot becomes an eye on the path of seeing,  the hands become a heart on the way to loving,  and your life becomes a room on the way to travelling'. 

In that room .........I saw Frida and she slapped me.......that was a Frida Kahlo Day.

Yesterday was a Frida Kahlo Day.

Dedicated to Dante and her travels.

Thursday, December 01, 2011

Red and green music


Georgia O'Keeffe in the garden of music today.

Saturday, November 12, 2011

Flower power

Morning walk to the Point ducking rain.
Flowers popping up.

Memories of my grandmother's fantastic garden down on the farm along with my mothers own wonderful garden and her albums full of portraits, of flowering plants.

Wednesday, November 02, 2011

Old and new flying beasts


Spotted a tailless Caribou hanging out at Brissy airport along with the RAAF's new Airbus KC-30A tanker which is my first. Snap Snap.

Thursday, October 27, 2011

Hav ya seen da new kids in town

Snapped this crew on the road out of Yarrie yesterday with two new team members chew'n up the rank.