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Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

When it comes to matters of colours and tones
There’s no printer quicker than Barnaby Jones
Then he told me he was really colour-blind
And his seeing-eyed dog was a wonderful find

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

When it comes to matters of colours and tones
There’s no printer quicker than Barnaby Jones
Then he told me he was really colour-blind
And his seeing-eyed dog was a wonderful find

Thank you for the hospitality

Once more we have spent some days and nights together with good friends at Asbjørn and Anne Katharina´s summer residence close to the North Sea.
Eating excellent food, drinking good red wines, singing old Ålesund songs, climbing the hills, walking costal safari for flower picking and ending the days / evenings with Jacuzzi bathing.
Thank you for the hospitality.
Part of the weekend was late celebration of Anne Kath´s 60 birthday, and the old bunch from Ålesund gathered together for an excellent lunch, dinner and over night party.Touring the landscape around the residence included climbing steep hills, was of course part of the event including guiding through the history of the islands around
A great view down to the "farm houses" and the North Sea. Out there to the west you find Greenland as your first shore. Sitting in the Jacuzzi with camera watching the sunset from 23.30 to 23.45 was spectacular.We return when invited. (do not wait too long)

X is for Xhibition in ABC Wednesday

Norwegians believe that they master the English language almost to perfection. Indeed, some of us feel that we do it so well that we can get away with molesting it too. This is a common belief in the adversing and shopping businesses. XHIBITION is a shopping centre in the heart of Bergen. It used to be the main post office, but when the authorities decided that we didn't need mail any more, it was converted into the above.

If you should ever come to Bergen, I'm happy to say that we have some normally named shops too. They are also more interesting to visit.


Today's post is an entry in the fourth round of ABC Wednesday, the meme initiated by Denise Nesbitt.


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X Is For Xtra Special

Another Feather In This Street Musician's Cap

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


Terry Sansom would have to be one of the most unique musicians I've seen anywhere in the world. He’s unique not because he plays the piano in the Bourke Street Mall here in Melbourne - he's unique because he treats it like a fully portable instrument.

He pushes the piano into the mall every day and when he’s finished, he pushes it away again. No fuss, no bother. No worries, mate. Me, I've never pushed a piano anywhere in my life, let along down a public mall, so I can only guess what a huge effort that would be.

And can he play? Mate, let me tell you, he so can play - he has a wide repertoire and he plays with a sense of fun as well. But because Bourke Street Mall is not one of my usual haunts, I'd never seen him until about four weeks ago.


Like I said, I don’t really spend a lot of time in this part of the city, but I was racing through the area one afternoon, in pouring rain. Naturally, I did not take my camera with me. My Pentax is efficiently weather-sealed, but I wasn't going to tempt fate in heavy rain that day. As I raced on foot through the mall, I suddenly heard the sound of a piano.

That’s when I saw him for the first time. Sitting there with a plastic poncho to protect him from the elements - and playing his heart out as the city bustled around him. He wasn’t part of a store promotion. He wasn’t playing with corporate sponsorship.

Just a bloke and his big old piano. Naturally, I had to ask the obvious question. I walked up, put some money in his bucket and asked him how on earth he gets a piano into the mall.


“Van”, he answered in a monosyllable because he was intent on playing. I had to find out more and I had to get some pictures of him. I asked if he would be there the next day, He nodded.

The next day, when I returned with my camera, the weather was clearer. Again I had to ask him how on earth he manages to push a heavy full-size piano around. This time I waited to ask him the question between songs. He told me he loads the piano onto his van at the end of the day and then brings it back into the mall the next day.

So how did he actually push it around? He pointed to the left-hand side of the piano. His eyes twinkled. "There’s a bit of redgum under there and I drilled through it to put a detachable wheel in so I can actually 'steer' the piano."


See, that another thing I’d never thought of. How on earth would you push a piano on your own - and "steer" it to ensure that it travels in the intended direction? It’s not like getting into a Ford, and turning on the ignition, is it? Just one of those things we don't think of because we've never had to do the task before.

I had picked the right day to meet him. With winter's embrace of our city, he was heading up north to seek warmth and longer days. He won’t be back in Melbourne until November.

When I ask permission to take photographs, he nods with a smile. Then he tells me people don’t generally ask permission. But he’s not complaining. He tells me he’s on YouTube. Passers-by film him and upload the clips to the site.

Then he tells me about the German tourists who bought one of his CDs. They took his music back to the factory where they worked - and the CDs were an instant hit. They were so popular that no one was allowed to take them out of the workplace. So they then had to put in an extra order for some more stock!


Does he do gigs? Yes, he says, he's doing a 60th birthday tomorrow. Far from where he lives? He shrugs.

I have to ask one final question. Where does he live?

He gives me a wry grin before he replies. "Wherever I park the van".

POSTSCRIPT: A big thank you to Craig Glenn, who tracked down this YouTube clip of Terry Sansom playing.


For the home of ABC Wednesday, go to Mrs Nesbitt's Place.

X Is For Xtra Special

Another Feather In This Street Musician's Cap

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


Terry Sansom would have to be one of the most unique musicians I've seen anywhere in the world. He’s unique not because he plays the piano in the Bourke Street Mall here in Melbourne - he's unique because he treats it like a fully portable instrument.

He pushes the piano into the mall every day and when he’s finished, he pushes it away again. No fuss, no bother. No worries, mate. Me, I've never pushed a piano anywhere in my life, let along down a public mall, so I can only guess what a huge effort that would be.

And can he play? Mate, let me tell you, he so can play - he has a wide repertoire and he plays with a sense of fun as well. But because Bourke Street Mall is not one of my usual haunts, I'd never seen him until about four weeks ago.


Like I said, I don’t really spend a lot of time in this part of the city, but I was racing through the area one afternoon, in pouring rain. Naturally, I did not take my camera with me. My Pentax is efficiently weather-sealed, but I wasn't going to tempt fate in heavy rain that day. As I raced on foot through the mall, I suddenly heard the sound of a piano.

That’s when I saw him for the first time. Sitting there with a plastic poncho to protect him from the elements - and playing his heart out as the city bustled around him. He wasn’t part of a store promotion. He wasn’t playing with corporate sponsorship.

Just a bloke and his big old piano. Naturally, I had to ask the obvious question. I walked up, put some money in his bucket and asked him how on earth he gets a piano into the mall.


“Van”, he answered in a monosyllable because he was intent on playing. I had to find out more and I had to get some pictures of him. I asked if he would be there the next day, He nodded.

The next day, when I returned with my camera, the weather was clearer. Again I had to ask him how on earth he manages to push a heavy full-size piano around. This time I waited to ask him the question between songs. He told me he loads the piano onto his van at the end of the day and then brings it back into the mall the next day.

So how did he actually push it around? He pointed to the left-hand side of the piano. His eyes twinkled. "There’s a bit of redgum under there and I drilled through it to put a detachable wheel in so I can actually 'steer' the piano."


See, that another thing I’d never thought of. How on earth would you push a piano on your own - and "steer" it to ensure that it travels in the intended direction? It’s not like getting into a Ford, and turning on the ignition, is it? Just one of those things we don't think of because we've never had to do the task before.

I had picked the right day to meet him. With winter's embrace of our city, he was heading up north to seek warmth and longer days. He won’t be back in Melbourne until November.

When I ask permission to take photographs, he nods with a smile. Then he tells me people don’t generally ask permission. But he’s not complaining. He tells me he’s on YouTube. Passers-by film him and upload the clips to the site.

Then he tells me about the German tourists who bought one of his CDs. They took his music back to the factory where they worked - and the CDs were an instant hit. They were so popular that no one was allowed to take them out of the workplace. So they then had to put in an extra order for some more stock!


Does he do gigs? Yes, he says, he's doing a 60th birthday tomorrow. Far from where he lives? He shrugs.

I have to ask one final question. Where does he live?

He gives me a wry grin before he replies. "Wherever I park the van".

POSTSCRIPT: A big thank you to Craig Glenn, who tracked down this YouTube clip of Terry Sansom playing.


For the home of ABC Wednesday, go to Mrs Nesbitt's Place.

Too High For His Own Comfort

Can Someone Tell Him How He Got Up There?

An Austrian student woke up in the cab of a 150-foot-high crane in Graz, after a night spent drinking with friends. He told police he had no idea how he got up there when they found him after construction workers called them in Graz. Officers said: "He had no idea how he got up there and just remembers leaving the pub and feeling very tired."

FOOTNOTE: Just for larks.

Too High For His Own Comfort

Can Someone Tell Him How He Got Up There?

An Austrian student woke up in the cab of a 150-foot-high crane in Graz, after a night spent drinking with friends. He told police he had no idea how he got up there when they found him after construction workers called them in Graz. Officers said: "He had no idea how he got up there and just remembers leaving the pub and feeling very tired."

FOOTNOTE: Just for larks.

Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are Dances With God with Pastor's Mirror and Heartbeats Of Faith with She Called On Jesus, Mary AND Joseph ..... The other top contenders were Dishing With Debbie with Squeezed; Southern Drawl with Days Of Wine And Roses; Hilary with Along The Way; Pheromone Girl with Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction; Sandi McBride with Where I've Been And What I've Been Doing; Call Bells Make me Nervous with Don't Mess With The Choos and James with Polish Rainbows In Newtown. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are Dances With God with Pastor's Mirror and Heartbeats Of Faith with She Called On Jesus, Mary AND Joseph ..... The other top contenders were Dishing With Debbie with Squeezed; Southern Drawl with Days Of Wine And Roses; Hilary with Along The Way; Pheromone Girl with Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction; Sandi McBride with Where I've Been And What I've Been Doing; Call Bells Make me Nervous with Don't Mess With The Choos and James with Polish Rainbows In Newtown. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

You can nominate a post too. Just leave a comment here with the URL or link - and tell us the name of the blogger you are nominating. Righty-o, then, it's over to you ....

See my photography at Images Sans Frontiers and Red Bubble.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Back in the days when he trained as a swimmer
Cornelius Jones could not have been slimmer
Now he’s hampered by the size of his belly
He says it’s because he watches too much telly

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Back in the days when he trained as a swimmer
Cornelius Jones could not have been slimmer
Now he’s hampered by the size of his belly
He says it’s because he watches too much telly

Ageless Art

A City's Tribute To Unsung Artisans

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


Last week I was walking towards Bourke Street when I decided to walk under the portico of the Melbourne Town Hall - always a visual treat by itself.

There are two of these huge arches with their distinctive colonial-era wrought iron work on either end. Because I was walking towards the business district, one of the high archways gave me a view of the upper facade of the Town Hall, while the other (the one I've photographed here) looked skywards.

As I shot the image, I wondered about the craftsman or the team of craftsmen who created this beautifully symmetrical piece of art. Did they first sketch the pattern on paper and then modify it until it had met everyone's approval, before starting what would have been a painstaking, laborious process to recreate it in metal?

It would be difficult enough to create something this ornate on paper, let alone to try and forge each individual element in metal and then weld each segment together. It is almost heresy for someone in the twenty-first century to walk past and capture it with a single press of a camera shutter.

But it's also a way of honouring their art - and sharing it with a wider audience.

Visit the creative team behind
That's My World Tuesday.

Ageless Art

A City's Tribute To Unsung Artisans

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


Last week I was walking towards Bourke Street when I decided to walk under the portico of the Melbourne Town Hall - always a visual treat by itself.

There are two of these huge arches with their distinctive colonial-era wrought iron work on either end. Because I was walking towards the business district, one of the high archways gave me a view of the upper facade of the Town Hall, while the other (the one I've photographed here) looked skywards.

As I shot the image, I wondered about the craftsman or the team of craftsmen who created this beautifully symmetrical piece of art. Did they first sketch the pattern on paper and then modify it until it had met everyone's approval, before starting what would have been a painstaking, laborious process to recreate it in metal?

It would be difficult enough to create something this ornate on paper, let alone to try and forge each individual element in metal and then weld each segment together. It is almost heresy for someone in the twenty-first century to walk past and capture it with a single press of a camera shutter.

But it's also a way of honouring their art - and sharing it with a wider audience.

Visit the creative team behind
That's My World Tuesday.

An interview with Kevin Brooks

Following on the last two posts about Kevin Brooks, young adult author, I’m now delighted to be able to post a brief review of his latest book, Killing God, (released last week) and an interview which Kevin kindly agreed to do for this blog.




The back cover blurb of Killing God reads as follows:

Dawn Bundy is fifteen. She doesn’t fit in and she couldn’t care less. Dawn has other things on her mind. Her dad disappeared two years ago and it’s all God’s fault.

When Dawn’s dad found God, it was the worst time ever. He thought he’d found the answer to everything.

But that wasn’t the end of it.

Killing God is gripping and as gritty as it is powerful. The writing is tight yet fluid and is woven through with punk rock lyrics. The voice is so compelling that you find yourself living in Dawn Bundy’s head – and her heart.
This thought-provoking story raises multiple questions and explores multiple emotions. It is dark and it is sad, but it is also about love and forgiveness. I don’t think there are many young adult writers who are as able to inhabit a teen landscape as fully as Kevin Brooks does, he is totally in touch with his readership, their feelings and their world. He doesn’t talk down to to his readers and he doesn’t offer them false hope – he just tells it like it is. As the book's title suggests, he is also not afraid to tackle any subject.
Killing God is an intelligent read and one hell of a story, and Kevin Brooks is at the top of his game as both a writer and an artist.

Dad was smiling too.
And he had a Bible in his hand.
And his eyes...
God, his eyes.
It was terrifying.

An interview with Kevin Brooks:

Kevin Brooks
(Image courtesy of Kevin Brooks)


You don’t shy away from dealing with gritty themes in all your novels but in Killing God you deal with what is probably a particularly controversial theme for many, namely, religion. What prompted or inspired you to write this story? And were there specific questions you wanted to explore and why?

There were three main inspirations behind Killing God. Firstly, I wanted to write a story about the main character, Dawn Bundy, who I'd had in mind for a long time. Secondly, I wanted to explore what happens when a fundamentally good person does something unforgiveable – ie, how does that affect the rest of their lives and the lives of their loved ones. And thirdly, I wanted to examine some of the very basic questions about religion - ie what is it for, what does it do, how does it change people.


In Dawn Bundy (the main character of Killing God) you’ve created a particularly compelling and powerful voice. What intrigues me is how you are able to get inside the head of a 15 year old girl so effectively and completely. How do you do it? And where does the inspiration for the character come from?

I think it's simply a matter of getting to know the essence of the character in your head – what they think about, how they feel, what they are. Once you've done that, it doesn't really matter whether they're a boy or a girl, man or woman, old or young ... they're just a person.
As to the inspiration? Well, to be honest, I've no idea where any of my characters come from or what inspires them – they just seem to evolve in my mind.


You’ve drawn heavily on music in Killing God – to what extent does music influence how your write?

I spent a lot of my life writing and recording songs, and although songs are very different to novels, the fundamental processes involved in creating them are actually very similar. In my writing, for example, I'm always very aware of aspects that are probably more associated with music than fiction – ie, rhythm, melody, progressive themes, etc – and I owe my awareness of these aspects to my previous experience with music.


It’s been said that some of your “bad” characters are particularly dark yet I’ve found that you frequently balance this with love and caring in your books – for example, Dawn’s relationship with her mother and her dogs – and even bad-ass Mel. Do you set out to do this deliberately or do you find you’re simply portraying life as you see it? Or do you perhaps see a need to create a balance between the “bad” guys and others.

Bad people aren't necessarily all bad, and good people aren't always 100% good, and I simply like to reflect this in my books.


I found Killing God to be novel that I read not only as a story but also one which I viewed as a work of art. Do you see yourself as a storyteller, a writer, an artist or a combination of all three?

I've spent almost all my life working as either a musician, a painter, or a writer (to varying degrees of success!), and – to me – all artistic processes are just variations on the fundamental idea of expressing yourself creatively. So if I do 'see' myself as anything (which I'm not sure I do!) I suppose it would be as an artist ... if that's not too pompous a thing to say!


Some have said that your novels are not suitable for teens given the dark reality of your work, but the on the flip side others would say you portray the truth of the reality that is out there and which others often sanitize. How do you respond to these views?

I've never met a teenager who has any problems whatsoever with any of the themes in my books. Young people are astonishingly wise and open-minded, and I simply don't worry at all about whether my books are 'suitable' for them or not.


You’ve said you don’t do happy endings, yet your endings are not necessarily sad ones either. Your books just end – generally leaving the reader with multiple questions. Is this deliberate or again, do you feel it’s more of an honest reflection of how life really is?

A bit of both, really. I don't like books in which everything is wrapped up and explained at the end, as this tends to prevent the story from living on in your mind – which, to me, is what a story should do ... and what I hope my stories will do. And, yes, because I try to write honestly about life, I think I'd find it very uncomfortable to end my books in a manner that, to me, would feel somewhat artificial.


You studied philosophy and this comes through quite strongly in the style of your books – you pose many questions, usually “big life” questions – are you searching for answers or just asking – and, as such, are you asking your readers to consider the same kinds of questions and come to their own conclusions?

No, I'm definitely not looking for answers. Mainly because most of the 'big' questions don't have any answers (which is why they're big), but also because it's more enlightening to look at the questions than to blindly look for the answers. I'm quite happy for my readers to consider the questions if they want to – but I'm just as happy if they simply want to enjoy the story. It's entirely up to them.


What would you say influences and informs your writing style and your choice of themes?

Absolutely everything and anything.


It often strikes me that you seem to set out to break new ground in teen fiction, to go where many of your peers don’t go – would that be a fair assessment and if so, what do you want to achieve?

Well, I don't consciously set out to break new ground, I just write what I want to write. And if that results in a bit of ground-breaking, that's fine with me. I suppose all I ever want to achieve is to write the best possible story I can.


You write in the first person voice – very effectively – yet I’ve been told by editors that writing in the first person voice is the “easy way out” – how do you feel about that and why do you choose to write in the first person?

Firstly, I just like first person narratives. I like the intimacy and the relationship that develops between narrator and reader. And, secondly, it's really important to me to get into the hearts and minds of my characters, to find that voice, and I find that a first person narrative is the best way to achieve this, particularly with teenage characters. As to it being an 'easy way out' ... well, that's news to me! In many respects it's actually a lot harder.


You have both myspace and bebo accounts which put directly in touch with your teen readers. How important is it to you to have that contact and do you find their comments and views inform what and how you write?

Yes, it's really important to me to have direct (and honest) contact with my readers – it makes the entire process of writing a novel complete. I think, however, that it would be dangerous for a writer to be overly influenced by the views of his/her readers – a writer has to have faith in themselves and what they write.


You’ve written 12 books in the past eight to ten years – that’s prolific output. How long does it take you, on average, to write a new novel – and how do you sustain your output?

Discounting the thinking time (which can be anything between 12ish months and 20ish years) the actual writing of a book usually takes me about a year. I sustain this by simply sitting down at my desk every day and writing.


Of all the books you’ve written, which is your personal favourite and why?

My books are kind of like my children, and we all know that parents aren't allowed to have favourite children


I’ve noticed that certain successful writers seem to almost bypass the editorial process. What is your view on that and what role do your editors play in bringing your work to the finished product.

My editor plays an extremely important role in creating the finished book – all editors should. That's what they're there for – to help make the book better. And that's what they do. It's hard for the writer sometimes, because deleting/changing/amending anything is always a kind of tacit admission that you did it wrong in the first place. But once you've learned to accept that you're not always a 100% error-proof genius, and that sometimes your editor knows better than you, it's really not so bad. The book is the only thing that matters, and whatever makes it better has to be embraced.


I’ve heard that you’re working on something new – can you tell us about it?

No, sorry! It's a secret.


This blog is frequented by many writers – some published and others still seeking publication – what advice do you have for new and aspiring authors and how long did it take you to first get published?

I started writing when I was five years old, and I didn't get published until I was forty. So it took me a while. And, as such, I've been an aspiring author for a lot longer than I've been a published author, so I know exactly what it's like.
Advice? It's really tricky, because there aren't really any short cuts or pearls of wisdom that can help. You simply have to keep doing it – write, write, write, write – and keep sending your stuff out to everybody and anybody, and – most importantly – never give up. The ones who don't make it are the ones who give up.


Many thanks to Kevin for agreeing to this interview.

And as to the rest of you - if you haven't done so already, read Killing God, I've no doubt it is destined to become a bestseller.

Time And Tide Bait For No Man

Hook, Line And Sinker

A Chinese farmer dug a 50-foot hole inside his house to go fishing. The man hired 30 villagers, who took six months to dig the hole- because he wanted to reach an underground river which he suspected was full of fish.

FOOTNOTE: Gone fishing.

Time And Tide Bait For No Man

Hook, Line And Sinker

A Chinese farmer dug a 50-foot hole inside his house to go fishing. The man hired 30 villagers, who took six months to dig the hole- because he wanted to reach an underground river which he suspected was full of fish.

FOOTNOTE: Gone fishing.

Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are Fat, Frumpy And Fifty with Only Yesterday; Woman In A Window with One Day Tomorrow Will Come and Problems With Pirates with Memories, Vol.1. The other top contenders were Madame de Farge With Fingers Ain't Washed - They Used To Be; Eddie Bluelights with Happy Father's Day; Moannie With Lest We Forget; In The Gutter with Just When I'm Berating Myself; San Merideth with Recovering From Vacation; A Woman Of No Importance with Love Looks Something Like You; Kym with Ode To A Five-Year-Old; Dreams Of Quill And Ink with Wrong Side Of The Stars; Mushy with Sisters, Brothers, Ribs And Catfish; Willow with Pier To Pier. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

You can nominate a post too. Just leave a comment here with the URL or link - and tell us the name of the blogger you are nominating. Righty-o, then, it's over to you ....

See my photography at Images Sans Frontiers and Red Bubble.

Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are Fat, Frumpy And Fifty with Only Yesterday; Woman In A Window with One Day Tomorrow Will Come and Problems With Pirates with Memories, Vol.1. The other top contenders were Madame de Farge With Fingers Ain't Washed - They Used To Be; Eddie Bluelights with Happy Father's Day; Moannie With Lest We Forget; In The Gutter with Just When I'm Berating Myself; San Merideth with Recovering From Vacation; A Woman Of No Importance with Love Looks Something Like You; Kym with Ode To A Five-Year-Old; Dreams Of Quill And Ink with Wrong Side Of The Stars; Mushy with Sisters, Brothers, Ribs And Catfish; Willow with Pier To Pier. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

You can nominate a post too. Just leave a comment here with the URL or link - and tell us the name of the blogger you are nominating. Righty-o, then, it's over to you ....

See my photography at Images Sans Frontiers and Red Bubble.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

If you ever happen to meet
Mister Control-Alt-Delete
Just tell him your computer
Comes with an online tutor

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

If you ever happen to meet
Mister Control-Alt-Delete
Just tell him your computer
Comes with an online tutor

Mellow Yellow

The Adventures Of Peter Pansy

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON



Yes, it’s winter here in Melbourne, Yes, there have been mornings when I’ve had thick ice on my car. Yes, there have been heavy frosts. Yes, my rose bushes needed to be pruned.

But despite the visible signs of winter everywhere, there are still pockets of colour all round the city. We have terracotta planting boxes of all shapes and sizes that are blooming in a very healthy fashion. How so, you might ask? Because they are cunningly placed under a verandah, so they are shielded from the frost.

And we’re not the only ones who enjoy a splash of colour – these pansies were a riot of colour a few days ago on the Crown promenade beside the river. Victoria used to be known as The Garden State a couple of decades ago – for good reason.


Visit Luiz Santilli Jr for the home of Today's Flowers.

Mellow Yellow

The Adventures Of Peter Pansy

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON



Yes, it’s winter here in Melbourne, Yes, there have been mornings when I’ve had thick ice on my car. Yes, there have been heavy frosts. Yes, my rose bushes needed to be pruned.

But despite the visible signs of winter everywhere, there are still pockets of colour all round the city. We have terracotta planting boxes of all shapes and sizes that are blooming in a very healthy fashion. How so, you might ask? Because they are cunningly placed under a verandah, so they are shielded from the frost.

And we’re not the only ones who enjoy a splash of colour – these pansies were a riot of colour a few days ago on the Crown promenade beside the river. Victoria used to be known as The Garden State a couple of decades ago – for good reason.


Visit Luiz Santilli Jr for the home of Today's Flowers.

While You Were Sleeping

Was I Dreaming, Or Is This Caravan Moving?

Thieves fled empty handed after stealing a caravan in Sweden - while the owner was fast asleep inside. The holidaymaker woke up to find himself being towed away in his mobile home, but began screaming so loudly that the thieves abandoned their car and fled on foot.

FOOTNOTE: Full dozer.

While You Were Sleeping

Was I Dreaming, Or Is This Caravan Moving?

Thieves fled empty handed after stealing a caravan in Sweden - while the owner was fast asleep inside. The holidaymaker woke up to find himself being towed away in his mobile home, but began screaming so loudly that the thieves abandoned their car and fled on foot.

FOOTNOTE: Full dozer.

Stony Faces - Monochrome Maniacs

Watching the shoppers in Kristiansand, Norway.


This Monochrome concept came from Aileni at The Monochrome Maniacs

Saturday, June 27, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

I went to school with Molly Cule
She tinkered around with rocket fuel
She wanted to command a mission through the heavens
Lightyears before Apollo Eleven’s


Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

I went to school with Molly Cule
She tinkered around with rocket fuel
She wanted to command a mission through the heavens
Lightyears before Apollo Eleven’s


Painting in Pastel colors

My paintings are normally known as sometimes overloaded with strong colors. During these sunny days I had to recall the view from Asbjørn and Anne Katharins´s house at the seashore at "Lepsøya" north west of Norway, and express the colors on a sunny day towards the North Ocean. Title: Land and Ocean.

Have a sunny Sunday and feel the colors warm your hearts.