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 Gold Coast from Burleigh Beach.

Gold Coast from Burleigh Beach.

Walking .

Pauline & camera New Zealand.

Pauline & camera New Zealand.

 Taking your camera for a walk is a great way to get you going, motivated to get out walking. A dog is another way. I see lots of happy dogs on my walks. They are loved and are not just kept as Guard dogs. Although some sensible ladies have a dog so they can do their jogging in secluded places in safety.

Surf Girl out to catch a wave.

Surf Girl out to catch a wave.

 Looking at statistics not many get molested out jogging it is the ones that are out late partying that run the bigger risk.

Letting the world catch up.

Letting the world catch up.

 Dogs enjoy exercise and thrive on love, who doesn’t? Dogs that miss out on love and exercise bark at every thing, so do humans.

Enjoy the view Mt Taronga.

Enjoy the view Mt Taronga.

 Other things I see are people meditating, fishing and taking their surf board out. There are lots of things to get one percolating. Art gets Zeebra going and Zeebra’s art got Pauline going and I go back into it too. I used to use my sketching to supplement the writing in my diary when I travelled. But the digital camera made it too easy.

Catching the sun rise.

Catching the sun rise.

 I have never been good at writing that is why the blog is good for me it helped improve my writing. Now having a sketch pad and pencil or a good book, not necessarily “the good book”, is a good way to fill in time while waiting. Pauline’s art is really good she sold three at the exhibition the art group put on.  Only one of mine sold I think who ever bought it probably liked the subject.

Natures pictures get a lots of people going.

Nature’s pictures get a lot of people going on Mt Maunganui.

 They say you should dance like nobody is watching. Sing like no one can hear you and love like you have never been hurt, I changed the last line of that quote to, like there is no tomorrow. Well I draw like no one is going to see it except my friends. Friends always say kind things and who cares what the others say. Yet the critics can tell us where we are going wrong.

Worth the effort.

Worth the effort.

 So do not get upset at criticism or annoyed when you hear a dog bark they are trying to tell us something. We should enjoy whatever we are doing it is all exercise that our body needs, now machines are doing all the heavy work and starting to do a lot of the pleasurable activity too. Technology can steel a lot of the craftsman-ship we once took pride in. Balance is needed in all we encounter.

Keeping fit the natural way, The Mount.

Keeping fit the natural way, The Mount.

I am wandering, ambling, straying off the walking path. It is human to err and not a big problem if once we realise we have been lead off the path we get back on the right path. I will never be lost because home is where I hang my hat.

Magic morning motivation.

Magic morning motivation.

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Dunedin from the deck of the Oosterdan.

Dunedin from the deck of the Oosterdam

Right Steps.

I would like to be playing their game.

I would like to be playing their game.

This post has more links than a chain letter.

Also a few pictures.

Also a few pictures.

My pommepal did a couple of splendid posts on Dunedin and the Chinese Gardens. There are a few photos I would like to add to supplement hers. Also even if I sometimes fail I never fail to try.  That is the main reason why these photos needed to be posted.

This is the fantastic entrance.

This is the fantastic entrance.

I often say things without thinking that is something I will have to be mindful of, I am always quoting the Buddha’s Eight Fold Path but this does not stop me from wandering off the path when I am enjoying myself.  Unmindful of all the consequences I burble on and then have to follow up with Right Effort.

II will send this charming lady her FANtastic photos.

I will send this charming lady her FANtastic photos.

I was enjoying Dunedin from first thing in the morning, seeing the timber being moved around by those wonderful machines. Then there were other things, other people may not have interpreted as I did. The captions under the photos will be a clue to the way I see things.

My version of his Scots dialect and what I read into it.

My version of his Scots dialect and what I read into it.

Robbie Burn’s monument reminded me of a few lines from Tam o’ Shanter.

For pleasures are like poppies spread.

You seize the flower the bloom is shed,

 Or like the snowfall on the river,

 One moment white then lost for ever.

Everything shows signs of ageing and change.

Everything shows signs of ageing and change.

This is so like the Buddha’s philosophy on impermanence.

The approach and every aspect of the railway station is a picture.

The approach and every aspect of the railway station is a picture.

Pauline’s blog is full of interesting facts and if you have not visited it you have missed a real treat. I could write an illustrated book on Dunedin. The old railway station’s amazing architecture, marvellous mosaic and superb stained glass.

A huge mosaic, I noticed the train wheel had eight spokes.

A huge mosaic, I noticed the train wheel had eight spokes.

We had a photo feast and can only show you the tip of the ice burg, that’s not a good cliché as it was a fine sunny day. Better than an over worked saying I could have said I can only show you a mini morsel that would fit in with my alliteration.

Pauline adds a nice touch to my snap shots.

Pauline adds a nice touch to my snap shots.

Like they say on post cards ‘wish you were here’ maybe our posts will inspire you to visit Dunedin. My main reason for my blog is to motivate and rev your motor up.

Pauline pumps my peddle and gets my motor running, go to  her blog  , hit the links, go for it, its an inspiration.

At the bus stop we end on the right note.

, At the bus stop we end on the right note.

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Hidden Behind the Queensland rock orchid in  full flower.

Hidden Behind the Queensland rock orchid in full flower.

Finding your way.

Pauline almost hidden.

Pauline almost hidden.

 I made a little pathway, out of old recycled bricks, into the garden and built a little hideaway there out of materials from the tip, sheltered seat behind the shrubs and plants. Pauline painted a boarded with folk art pictures of flowers and the words “stop and rest and let the world catch up.”

"Don't at me look at Pauline's art work.

“Don’t look at me, look at Pauline’s art work.

It is our secluded place to hide away from the busy world, to be still and observe nature with all our senses. To study the plants, observe the small creatures and the details that busy people have no time to notice.

Take a seat relax, let the joy of life catch up to you.

Take a seat relax, let the joy of life catch up to you.

 A place to be still for a few moments till a hush descends upon us that fills all our being and leaves us calm and relaxed. There is nowhere to rush, we have arrived. To that place where there is no judgement, no good or bad, things are just as they are.

The words Pauline wrote remind me to slow down.

The words Pauline wrote remind me to slow down.

 Everything then comes together we are one with the Almighty that controls the universe. Everything is then one deep connection, there is no them and us we are one. We are then embraced in life, in appreciation of creation and harmony in the flow of nature.

Secluded seats are a feature of our garden.

Secluded seats are a feature of our garden.

 Quiet places are needed to still and calm the turbulent waters flooding our mind, an undisturbed hide away to control the wild thoughts that dampen joy. To quench the thirst of wanting and find calm and contentment.

Also seats to share company.

Also seats to share with company.

There are many paths to a tranquil place where peace and contentment can be found, not all made of demolition bricks. Your path may be different to mine. As long as it has a sound base made with love in your heart it will serve you well. And your destination will be a place of joy.

After the watering is finished.

After the watering is finished sit and admire the gem stone columns.

 Do not stray from your righteous path, walk it mindfully. A path must be walked in steady steps to reach the destination; there are no free rides in this world. There are only free gifts from nature but you will not experience them if you are in a hurry. Slow down enough to let the world catch up to you.

I made some blues friends to share my hideaway with.

I made some blues friends to share my hideaway with.

 

 

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On the bridge man emerges out we says good morning as we pass.

On the bridge a man emerges, we says good morning as we pass.

The Blues

Fitness out of the fog.

Fitness out of the fog.

I woke up with the blues the Robert Johnson blues. No sun-beams flooding through my window, it was cool and foggy out there. I knew exactly what to do, to sing is the thing. I popped out of bed like a Champaign cork with the bubbles of enthusiasm pushed me to Pauline’s door. “Come on Sweet Heart, out of the cot we got things to do, me and you!” She needed no prompting, she knew what great opportunities a foggy morning brought.

Professionals knows fogs are photo opportunities.

Professionals knows fogs are photo opportunities.

I could not keep her from the Burl Ives ‘Foggy foggy dew’.  On with our cloths and up up and away like Wonder Woman and Clark Kent, I am being mild-mannered and modest. Don’t get carried away, we took off in the car; I want this to be believable. We parked at the lake and took flight on foot. Two fast guns shooting all in sight, here are some of my trophies. To give you an idea of what Lake Burley Griffin, Canberra is like at seven, on a foggy morn. Pauline will show more in her blog and put more information.

Today is first day of Canberra’s Floriade day.

We return the sun now shines,

We return the sun now shines,

Christen and Spencer are visiting us to see this spectacular flower display.  After breakfast it was back to the lake but by now parking was limited but Pauline had it all planed to we parked at the gallery and walked back across the bridge. I just go with the flow, wu wei, Pauline is the planer. I go with the flow and trust my luck, I got heaps of that.

At the gate our meeting place.

At the gate our meeting place.

Meet back here at the gate at 12.30 if we get separated Pauline suggested. I was back at the trysting place early and people watched for ten minutes and they were ten minutes early.

I suggested back in a taxi as we had already done a fair hike. Pauline had also taken the dog for its walk while I did the washing up and set the fire, ready for a match tonight. No taxis allowed into Floriade area well it was not in Pauline’s plan anyway. What happened to my luck well we needed the exercise. Here are some photos to give you glimpse of Floriade.

Entrance to the museum.

Entrance to the museum.

We went to the National Museum of Australia, as they have a choice menu and it is a fantastic monument  of architectural splendour. We savoured delectable dishes while gazing out the windows on to the lake, the fountain was now pumping and sail boats and ferry were out there enhancing the scenery.

Feasting the eyes while savouring lunch, this is true nourishment.

Feasting the eyes while savouring lunch, this is true nourishment.

Then explored this fair dinkum  Aussie museum .

With a couple of rest stops at the Revolving theatre with Aussie history and a lay-back relax in the there showing Aussie life style. My camera was clicking like a cricket hyped up on coke.  Get an eye full of this sample.

Next stop the Nishi building.

Next stop the Nishi building.

We drive to New Acton area for Cappuccino.

 We enjoyed the day, especially as we were with our friends. Back home they watched TV and chatted while I caught up with my blog friends, but get carried away with a You Tube video in Zeebra’s post. That got me tuned in on the Cajun swamp music and the Blues. All the old guys that I have enjoyed throughout the years, from our wild days, to now when the music still lifts us up and gets us revving.

 I was there with those blokes jamming, winding up with J. J. Cale till after midnight.  It was a real blues day, a blue skies day. With good friends who have travelled the world as show people, both musicians. Spencer actually jammed with Jagger when he was only a pebble not a big rolling stone.

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Why would this window interest a vegetarian?

Why would this window interest a vegetarian?

 I have not done a post for ‘Lingering Look at Windows’ for a while. But I have accumulated some photos  of windows, I will show you.

Turret windows.

Turret windows in an old shop.

When out with the camera I have a lot of thoughts on photography.  I used to take snap shots to show to family and friends. That was back when we kept photo albums and had to pay for film and developing and printing. I soon realised I was wasting my money, people are bored looking at your photo. For my own sake I still wanted to record the interesting things I saw and did. So I would just sketch to supplement my diary.  I used to really enjoy drawing. I would draw to fill waiting time, I suppose I could have just relaxed and meditated on breath. When you sketch your mind is focused, so it is like meditation. I suppose any thing can be like meditation if you are interested and in the ‘now’ that Eckhart Tolle talks about. Every thing has changed since I got hooked on digital photography. Let me show you.

From the top of Parliament house.

From the top of Parliament house.

This photo was from the roof of Parliament house just below the flag pole mounted on  a-frame columns that allows the flag to be seen for miles. From the roof you can also see for miles. You can see Telstra tower from here and the windows surrounding the court-yard garden. To show it all in one photo as if you were there and keep it interesting. The angles and squares to me make it interesting. Let me know if I succeeded.

A pyramid of windows.

A pyramid of windows.

Note the reflection of the a-frame supporting the flag pole. I like reflections and to show things from a different perspective. To me this is what life is all about, doing what you enjoy regardless of what the crowd think.

The pyramid of windows.

The pyramid of windows.

On the floor below we get another view. I like the angles surrounding the pyramid of angles. They complement each other, Canberra has some wonderful architecture. Melbourne art gallery in Federation Square was another memorable building I enjoyed.

You can see how I like odd angles.

You can see how I like odd angles.

   I like these windows the old lamp and the chimneys and all those angles delight my eye. I get a lot of enjoyment from my digital camera. The joy I used to get from drawing, the camera is just too easy. Drawing you really learn perspective and composition.

A charming old house in Goulbourn.

A charming old house in Goulburn.

 The negative shape of the sky and the nostalgic subject matter is what I like about this photo. The old familiar memories from child hood. We had no fantastic, modern structures then.

Note the cross in the window.

Note the cross in the window.

We did have, and still do have, those incredible cathedrals. Religious architecture of all faiths is superb, be it a mosque, temple or cathedral they are all beautiful and good places to find peace and quiet. I enjoy them all and belong to none. The above photo, I hope, draws your attention to the small and beautiful that is often over-shadowed by the magnificence surrounding it. The small things in life are what bring contentment to the appreciative.

A small Daffodil.

Three  small Daffodils.

Sometimes the small like to show off, I do not mind when they are daffodils. They do overwhelm the windows. This is not a good photo of windows. But it redeems itself as a pleasant photo, I think.

Simply a window.

Simply a window.

This is a photo of a window, no mistake about that. The thing I personally like about this window is the pattern in the glass. If you are interested I also have a post featuring some of my drawings. Reflections on windows. the drawing with the caption ‘Old Glass drawing to match the leaves.’ features this glass. This glass was used in the windows of my aunties bungalow by the ocean, where I spent happy childhood holidays. That was back around the beginning of the 40’s.

More reflections.

More reflections.

Craft-men built houses in those old times and took pride in what they were doing .

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I held a height position on The Snowy Mountain Project.

I held a high position on The Snowy Mountain Project.

Do What Ever You Like.

How I won the rat race, doing what I liked and being paid to enjoy myself.
I never needed a fast car when I was young or to take up some extreme sport to get my adrenalin buzz. I was paid to ride a crane hook and show-off high up on the steel purlins, what a buzz and no danger of snake bite.

There were other thrills.

There were other thrills.

I love the smell of bread baking and getting my work done early. So my first job was in a bakery the work gets done by midday and I could go swimming. I also like money and labourers on building sights were being paid more than I was earning in the bakery.

Young Jack

Young Jack in the Snowy Mountains.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snowy_Mountains_Scheme

I gave up the bakery job and chased the gravy train for a fatter pay packet in the construction game.
There was a down turn in the building boom, I was retrenched, that was the word used instead of put off. As often happens what looks like a problem turns out to our advantage. One should never get upset when things do not go as we plan, it often turns out better in the long run.

Their boy back home for a night out.

Their boy back home for a night out.

I left my home Sydney and went to Port Kembla steel works for work.

Tongariro Development NZ.

Tongariro Development NZ.

I got a job with the Riggers they were working long hours and getting paid over-tine rates.

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I was taken to the open hearth furnace where a 250 ton gantry crane was being built. I followed the boss up a series of wooden ladders lashed to the end column. It was scary up there walking along the crane track. I thought if I trip on the hog-ties I am going to get electrocuted on the wires and  fall in the soaking-pits where the steel ingots softened for rolling, if I escape that the sudden stop after falling about 80 feet would be really bad news.
We had to reach out to a ladder then step on to it, that was a real challenge. I made it and I had never felt so hyped-up.

New Plymouth Power Project, things get serious.

New Plymouth Power Project, things get serious.

I was introduced to the head rigger. Then Sam Treseter, the man that led the way up, said. “There is an easier way up here I took you short cut.” I think he said that so my new work mates would know I had passed the test.
Rigging has more ups than downs, no pun intended, from then on I was paid for exercising and getting a buzz, showing off.

On top of the world, N. P.P.P.

On top of the world, N. P.P.P.

As a 20 year old, I was driven by the pursuit of money and the pleasure of spending it, having what I considered a good time.
It was not all wasted on frivolous things. I went around the world in the 60s, not as a tourist, I got off the beaten track hitch hiking and mixing with the locals. I only speak English so it was a real adventure at times.
I learned a smile is the same in all languages, A smile will get you a ride where a worried look makes you look desperate and perhaps dangerous.
That smile became a habit with me if I am finding the going tough I smile.Then I believe my own smile and feel good.

A columb being erected

A column being erected using two cranes.

by two cranes then

then the Manitowoc takes over and

Stood up by Manitowoc.

the column is stood up by Manitowoc.

When you can earn a living doing what you like, you have it made. You have  escaped the rodent treadmill and life is a work of joy. When you love what you do you do it so well you get promoted. This change was all for the best, I was no longer capable of being the admired show off. The young blokes won  the show-off title from me. I became the brains of the outfit or mother hen.

Wet steal and rubber sneakers are deadly, so on rainy days I would run a class on rigging safety. Based on a “Guide to Riggers.” by the Australian Labor Department, New Zealand had no equivalent in the seventies. A lot of the fun went out of rigging. I applied for a job on quality inspection on the Maui Pipe Line Project http://mauipipeline.co.nz/ and to my surprise was successful.

That is a story I should tell you as it shows how lucky I am.

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An old favourite.

An old favourite.

No worries so simple.

Glass House Mountains.

Glass House Mountains.

We grow attached to things that are close to us. Not close like a pair of undies, not that kind of snuggly close. More the being together of a warm wooly jumper on a bleak winter day, the something or someone who shared the wins and the losses and kept you smiling when it was all up hill. Through the sun shine and storms, time takes its toll, the shine and sparkle diminishes but the fondness grows for the tried and true the familiar and reliable.

Softened by Nature.

Softened by Nature.

I am pleased with the fad that made faded, frayed and tattered jeans and other garments fashionable. Stressed furniture with artificial crackling and peeling paint showing the under layers became the in-thing. Now I can take pride in my old weathered and worn comfortable things that I find appealing, without feeling inferior to the upwardly mobile fashion conscious crowd. Not that it worries me what people think now that I have my ego subdued and under control.

Nature's art.

Nature’s art.

At twenty I worried about these things, at forty I lost interest in what they thought, at sixty I realized no one was even noticing me, at eighty I am pleased if people smile at the way I dress so I wear what is functional and comfortable.

Nature are is every where.

Nature’s art is everywhere.

Our friends will excuse our idiosyncrasies and we should not grieve over unjust criticism. Most of the things I worried about never happened. So is worrying a way to prevent misfortune happening?  I stopped worrying a long time ago and the answer is worrying does not help in any way.

Their passing is beautiful.

Their passing is beautiful.

I genuinely like things that Mother Nature has aged, mellowed and softened. Perhaps it is because it reminds us that all things are impermanent and wanting this to be otherwise can only bring sorrow.

Castles are gone the old dog remains.

Castles are gone the old dog remains.

 The child builds castles of sand the tide comes in, the child cries, that is one of the first lessons nothing lasts. Childhood passes also, have we learned we cannot cling to impermanent things. The flower blooms, fades and dies, the brilliant sunset fades into the dark night.

Past Reflections.

Past Reflections.

Nature’s lessons teach us not to cling and hoard but to freely share. The truth may well be, though I am well past my use by date, I still feel useful and am pleased I have not been discarded as worthless. I live in the now, sharing the good before it passes into infinity.

A beautiful fraim of a picture.

A beautiful frame for a picture.

There needs to be balance as one can get too fond of old things. I worked with a bloke; he was built like a brick chicken coop, but gentle as washing up liquid. One day to attract his attention I pulled on his shirt and a button popped off under the strain. The passive, massive man turned on me like a wounded buffalo, eyes flashing like hazard lights on a road train. He took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor shouting “You have wrecked my shirt!” “Sorry mate, I did not mean to, it’s an old shirt.” I should not have said it was old. “I’ve had that shirt since I was an apprentice, I only wear it on special occasions now.” He raved on about the places he wore that shirt, wakes and weddings, sporting events and music festivals. It took a lot of diplomatic bull dung to calm him down. Actually I did not say a word. I let him call me names that indicated I was far from dexterous and my mother let her heart rule her head. I used this opportunity to practice my exercise on staying calm under pressure. The fire burned down the pot went off the boil, he turned and left.

Dramatic departure.

Dramatic departure.

Next day I saw him and gave him back his shirt washed, ironed and with a new golden button in place of the lost one. I explained how sorry I was and returned his repaired shirt. He smiled and said he regretted losing his temper over an old shirt. “No worries the new button can remind you nothing lasts forever.” I said. He put out his hand in a gesture of friendship. I shook his hand and the rest of me stopped shaking. I felt so relieved and happy, over the moon as they say. I felt like laughing, so jokingly said “You were lucky I did not lose my temper too or you would have been in trouble.”  “Yes, I would have been up on a man slaughter charge.” He replied. We both cracked up laughing. It is so simple just do the right thing and you have no worries.

Natures amazing beauty.

Natures amazing beauty.

 

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