(clouds for the first time in two weeks)
The mountains shadowed all morning.
I imagine the clouds accelerated
(or that I slowed considerably) Continue reading
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Melancholy Bay, Flinders Island
A seiche over flat water Continue reading
Friday favourite – 5 Jan 18
Bunjilaka Aboriginal Cultural Centre,
Melbourne Museum,
Nicholson St, Carlton, Victoria.
$0 to $15 (included with Museum entry)
until 4 Feb 2018,
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Odysseus at the front bar
This looks so much better on my site – come visit
or view the PDF here…
it should be about something.
like love Continue reading
Sonnet
Caught in the flux, memories shift again — each turns
an unmade bed. Words rearrange, meanings undone.
Viewing mind-altering art (Guernica, Reina Sofia Museum, Madrid, Spain)
Alain de Botton in The Art of Travel (Penguin, 2003) has a chapter on mind-altering art. He uses the example of Vincent van Gogh’s time in Provence to show how great art can help us come to see things differently. Continue reading
The Mezquita Mosque Cathedral, Córdoba, Spain
10 euro – adults,
10.00am to 7.00pm
What’s in a name? This building has been variously called mosque, cathedral, the great mosque of Córdoba, and the Catholic Cathedral of our Lady of the Assumption. Google ‘mezquita cathedral name’ and you’ll find recent news reports on local authorities’ attempts to remove the ‘mosque’ from the title of the building and have it become the Córdoba Cathedral. Continue reading
The Hammam, Essaouira
A thin Muslim man, grey hair under a white skull cap, blue jacket and a pair of leather sandals. He picks up his half-smoked cigarette from the nook where he placed it a few moments ago, before coming into the hotel to pick me up. A quick puff and it’s alight again. Call him Ahmed. Continue reading
Orson Welles’ lament, Essaouira, Morocco
Exotica (2) Maison de la Photographie, Marrakesh
Arévalo, Portrait of Hamidou, Tanger, 1885
46, Rue Souk Ahal Fassi, kaat Ben Nahi
9.30 to 7pm, 7 days, 40 MD
After hours of lefts and rights through the Marrakesh medina and hugging the wall to allow scooters to hurtle past being driven by elegant Moroccan women in mirrored aviator sunglasses listening to Beyoncé on their iPhones, we took a turn up the rue Ahal Fassi to the Maison de la Photographie. Continue reading
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