if a day is
a container for us
to be happy in
why this light that
imbues the leaden fields...?
Image: Warrawong Plaza on a bright morning recently. After Philip Larkin’s poem Days
And for music today, here’s some laid back jazz with vibe guy Bobby Hutcherson from the 1994 remaster of the 1966 album Components (Youtube).
winter’s first silver sea burnished brilliance palisades blown down kids in a Kia tool by laughing like nothing’s changed.
Image: Famartin, CC BY-SA 4.0 , via Wikimedia Commons.
And for music this morning, here’s Cecilia Bartoli singing Mozart Arias. (Youtubers) I was listening to this as the wind howled and banged around the house and after a while the weather calmed right down. Hope it works for you too.
this icy blast polar provocation snow bunny flurries — but wait...a sunny bench too late to tan? just killin it
Image: Lake Illawarra this morning (The eagle-eyed will notice my old collie in the background still photo-bombing the art.)
Day 6 of European Settler winter here in Australia; the First Nations season on Dharawal land is Burrugin. This is the time when the male Burrugin (echidnas) form lines of up to ten as they follow the female through the woodlands in an effort to wear her down and mate with her. It is also the time when the Burringoa (Forest Red Gum – Eucalyptus tereticornis) starts to produce flowers.
And here’s some sunny music from 1951 from Ahmad Jamal with Poinciana (start with the title track). (YouTubers – sorry, could only find title track – but this is lovely too)
The Night Express slow on wintry tracks. Continue reading
walking the existential plain
head in bright bitter light
down the hollow rutted ground
Peter Frankis writes 