February photo challenge: 8th Feb, Sun

There’s no real sun in my city today.  Just clouds.  So I searched through my father’s poetry book;  here’s the beginning of a poem about the merciless sun that Australians often live under.  The poem is attributed to M.A.N., 1941;  the illustration is by Ron Bruce.

Anthology of Ron Bruce, 'Bloody Sunshine', attributed to M.A.N., 1941, illustration by Ron Bruce

February photo challenge: 7th Feb, Button

This is my mother, drawn by my father.  Years ago, I took it out of his sketch book and had it framed, and now it sits beside my desk.  I often focus on the round buttons and the round brooch on her dress.

The sketchbook dates from about 1942/43.  This portrait is a very close likeness, as once observed by a visitor who saw the drawing and then a photo of Mum at about the same age.

Ron Bruce, c 1942, ©Patricia Worth 2012

Weekly photo challenge: Ready

It was a toss-up tonight between two photos that suited the theme of ‘ready’.  One was of my father and his mates in the training camp, ready and waiting to be sent to the Middle East.  And there was this one of an Egyptian kitchen hand bearing about 50 plates with more behind him, ready to serve all the extra patrons.  His hands have a firm grip on his load…

February photo challenge: 6th Feb, Dinner

Tonight there were only three of us home for dinner.  I cooked chicken and asparagus pie.  Two of us had Coke glasses and one had a French glass.  One of us had Coke in his Coke glass.  We lit the new candle bought yesterday at the Sunday markets and made by Benedictine nuns.  It burns perfectly, leaving a neat round chasm filled with the melted wax.  Though we often eat outside on our deck now the evenings are warm and the days are long, tonight the wind picked up and kept us at the kitchen table.

February photo challenge: 5th Feb, 10 am

This morning at 10 am it was about 25 degrees, blue skies, perfect.  I was here at this small church with some of my family.  That’s my husband in the spearmint green shirt.

I pointed my camera at the tree and a bit of sky, and found the sun shining straight onto my camera, so it’s glary at the top.  As it is in life.

Waiting for the weekly challenge…

Don Gray, AACS

Perhaps these people were waiting for their weekly challenge, too.

This is another photo from my father’s war album.  It would have been taken in the winter of 1941.  I researched the acronym he wrote next to Don Gray;  AACS probably means Army Airways Communications System personnel.

Looks like a cold place to be waiting for something to happen…

February photo challenge: 4th Feb, a stranger

Today I’ve been to three places, my small camera tucked in my hand, looking for the right stranger, someone doing something I wanted to remember. I discovered an underground bookshop of uncatalogued books, and in a side nook, a café and a musician.  He was the right stranger.

He sang a song I didn’t know:  The Spider Song (Or Somewhere in the car) by Pat Drummond.  I’ve just found the lyrics online as well as the stranger’s name.  Fred Pilcher.  Now I know who he is but he doesn’t know me.  I’m the stranger.

The lyrics are a good read:  http://www.patdrummond.net/Lyrics/Laughter/Somewhere_In_The_Car.html

366 unusual things: days 29-33

29th Jan – My son and his fiancée showed us a circle of firs in a park, a green cathedral, where they will get married.  If it doesn’t rain.

30th Jan – Tonight, just after falling asleep, I woke screaming. A large heavy painting had fallen off the wall behind my bed and slipped down behind a chair.

31st Jan – A woman in the Housing flats opposite my window just bought one heaped-up ice-cream cone from the Mr Whippy van.  She’s holding it out for 5 children from the neighbourhood who take licks in turns.

1st Feb – I crossed the line today to congratulate another couple in the flats on the birth of their baby.  They were gracious, grateful and clean-mouthed.

2nd Feb – A short walk from my house, in a small university run by the Dominican Order, monastic buildings enclose a round cloister and a garden, in which I found rose beds and a sign:  No Smoking in the Rose Garden.

February photo challenge: 3rd Feb, Hands

With my hands I’m typing what you are reading.  With them I write letters and stories that you will not read.  I can even add calligraphic flourishes.  I can cook, drive, ride a bike because I have hands.

But I can’t play an instrument.

For twenty years I’ve taken my sons to piano and guitar lessons, and now I hear live music in my home. How rich my life is because their hands play instruments.

I thank my son for playing This old love by Lior so I could photograph him. I could listen to him for hours.