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To an Australian, peacocks are fabulously “exotic”, but this post’s peacocks were in their own land, where they are an “everyday” sight.
Indian peafowl live in most of the Indian subcontinent’s non-alpine regions.
So, many an Indian human pays them little attention.
To most non-Australians, a kangaroo is a fabulously exotic creature, but many Australians are not the least excited by ‘roos.
Comments closedThey were ducks, not geese, they were not “in chevron flight”, and they were almost certainly not beginning a seasonal migration.
Nonetheless, a certain longtime-favourite Joni Mitchell song leapt into my head.
Comments closedOne day, when the global pandemic is over, I’ll post a sequence of photos that show how this brief but intense example of “pelican yoga” unfolded.
It occurred during the last half hour of sunlight, yesterday, 03 April, at Lake Monger, just minutes away from Perth’s very centre, which is an almost-dead centre, now.
Comments closed…with suitably sublime music.
One CommentThe photo shows Lake Mashū in eastern Hokkaido, late on the misty Spring morning of 22 May 2017.
Complete with cherry blossoms, the scene was almost proverbially peaceful, serene, but…
Comments closedThese Pacific Ocean waves are breaking between Lion’s Head Rock and the shore of Sandfly Bay, on New Zealand’s Otago Peninsula.
Comments closedPelecanus crispus – the Dalmatian Pelican – is one of several contenders for the “heavyweight title” among the world’s living, flying birds.
One CommentChances are, you know this song via Roberta Flack’s hushed, reverent “1972” version.
(Her 1969 version became a hit in 1972, thanks to Clint Eastwood)
Lovely as hers is, it inhabits an utterly different musical world to that of Ewan MacColl’s Scottish-folksong-ish 1957 original.
In 1973 Bert Jansch recorded his singular, Scottish-folkish version of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.
Comments closedHere are two albums you should hear.
They offer no tediously-roosterish displays of “technique”.
Neither are they lamely “hip”, or tepidly “smooth”.
Both are uncommonly beautiful.
Crucial to their success is something rarely mentioned by reviewers of “jazz” releases: real friendships, sustained over many years.
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