In Laurence Binyon’s poem ‘For the Fallen’, which adorns numerous war memorials around Australia, there is a verse that every Australian knows: They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old… Opening line of the Author’s Note, Desert Boys, Peter Rees, 2012 * I’ve heard the line ‘They shall grow not old…’… Continue reading
On an exceptionally hot evening early in July a young man came out of the garret in which he lodged in S. Place and walked slowly, as though in hesitation, towards K. bridge. Opening line, Crime and Punishment, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, translated by Constance Garnett Last night I could have written: On an exceptionally hot evening… Continue reading
Five black and white photos from my everyday life. Day five: arrow. Where to from here? This way. *
Five black and white photos from my everyday life. Day four: labyrinth. How I longed to run into this mess of twisting branches and climb through from one end to the other. But I’m too old. And I still have my pride.
Five photos of my everyday life. Day three: frond. Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Canberra any more. Inspiration from anevolvingscientist.org (on his Facebook page).
Black and white photos of my everyday life. Day two: Fountain. The Captain Cook Memorial Jet in Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra, shoots water 152 metres high for about four hours a day. In moderate wind the fountain spray forms a transparent curtain across the lake. In strong wind it’s turned off to prevent a water… Continue reading
Five photos of my everyday life, in black and white. Day one, fungus. My gardens have just had a professional makeover. The gardener re-made four identically shaped gardens with the same range of plants repeated in each. But in one of them, under and around a grevillea, a leathery tan fungus is growing, apparently not… Continue reading
Some years ago I scanned hundreds of photos from an album my father brought back from the Middle East in 1942. The original snaps are small, about 2″ x 3″, so I’m fascinated by the detail I now see in these scanned and enlarged photos, such as the people on the right in the image… Continue reading
A reader of this blog, a maritime archaeologist writing a PhD, expressed an interest in some of the photos I’ve posted here over the past five years, especially images of the Nile and its boats. So this post is about the Nile River, Egypt, in a particular period, 1941/42. The photos are from my father’s… Continue reading
My father captioned this photo in 1942 ‘Dud bombs’. But judging by the rubble almost covering the small building at the bottom right, some earlier bombs had done the job they were made for. It’s an odd photo that seems to have a part of another photo laid over it; the man looking at the… Continue reading