River Song

Just to explain my absence...  Too much has been happening at Wentworth-on Darling.
One weekend there was the Junction Rally.  We didn't visit the action but did enjoy the little steamships  tooting, yipping and bellowing along the river.
Then it was the annual Sweatbox and Agricultural Art Exhibition.
These hands are made from sweatboxes (like the boxes the lamp in the corner is standing on).  They are an amazing piece of work and you were allowed to play with them - pull them apart, let them go, tumultuous applause.

A cruder but endearing use of sweatboxes.

I voted this lamp as my favourite in The People's Choice.  When I first saw it, the bulb was invisible and the light source very intriguing.  While I gazed, mesmerised, the maker nipped up the shop and bought another globe because he thought it looked better.  I disagree.  I was tempted to buy the lamp and, if we really did own King Arthur's Coffee Table (reference to a comment on Steve's blog!), I would.

I came across this intriguing patch of grass the weekend of the Junction Rally.  I didn't capture it very well on my phone, but it looked to me like a boat had been resting there.  When I downloaded the photo, it reminded me of The Devil's Footprints at St Davids Cathedral.  Naturally, I am amused.

Here's something new at the Post Office.
Wednesday I went to a Writers Workshop.
Last night Steve and I took in a show at the Mildura Arts Centre - Happy As Larry.  Wonderful modern dance incorporating baskeball, roller blades, climbing up walls.  Could see Kit and Ella right there.

too damned quiet

I've had a complaint that my blog has gone too quiet.  Which is good.  It's nice to know you're listening.  I've also been thinking that life is a bit too comfy and quiet and, interestingly, Jane Brocket seems to have had similar thoughts recently.  For me these thoughts were brought on the weekend before last as I watched families picnic on the river bank and children from houseboats play wildly.  The above days from the early 80s came to mind...  It was a very Bellerive weekend.  John and Gaye, our former nextdoor neighhbours, called in to see us.  Talking with them made Bellerive seem so close.  It was a weekend for thinking of other times and places:  Tamasin's birthday, Bronny returning from overseas and visiting Corinne and Heather in Adelaide, Georgia and family in Vermont.
Last weekend I drove to Broken Hill to see Steve's newly opened exhibition Silver City Highway.  I started to feel ill about 30kms out of Broken Hill, which is why I look a bit glum in this photo.

And I've been off work yesterday and today.  It was worth the drive, though.  Lovely to see the work in a dedicated space.  The whole Regional Art Gallery was stunning.
ps further to the Order out of Chaos post below:  the other day as I drove past, people were bent over the pumpkins like a huge game of tunnel ball.

Long and lovely weekend

Last weekend included the Queens Birthday Holiday so I went to Adelaide and Mum and I spent Sunday at Port Elliot.  For the first time ever, the Flying Fish was so busy we couldn't be bothered queuing.  We bought fish and chips elsewhere and found a lovely spot to eat them.

 

 

We then drove to Helly's for dinner, but first Tamasin, Willowa and I went for a walk to the beach.  We set out for Port Noarlunga but got distracted: Willowa by the sea,

 

 

 

Tamasin by the urge to photograph, with only my phone available.  She went absolutely berserk, taking far more photos than I thought my phone could hold, but they are beautiful and make a wonderful photographic essay.

On Tuesday I went to the Adelaide Market - loved this display but bought smoked fish..

And this is the view through the windscreen as I crossed the Murray by ferry at Walker Flat.  I love this part of the Murray.  It always seems magical and last Wednesday it was like traveling to Avalon.

Order from chaos

Cuppla Sundays ago Steve and I spotted these pumpkins amok and akimbo just outside Dareton.

Today, I noticed the Good Fairy has tidied them up.
Curiouser than crop circles.

 

 

Wet Week in Wentworth

Gosh, this poor chap was discovered outside the fish and chip shop next door last weekend.  Shame really because it would have opened again on Wednesday. 

It's not as though we are lacking anything here.

Anyway, after a good lie down in the Gallery
and the tender ministrations of Little Dr Sis,

he and his mates were ready to resume their adventures.

 It really has been raining all week.

But the glory of it!

got the sun in the morning and the moon at night

Poor quality phone photos but if you look carefully you'll see lots of pelicans.
I keep meaning to photo them in the morning on my way to work - and Friday I did.

They were back Friday night when I got home from work.  And a full moon too.

Heth's take

The last of the Easter 2013 photos - we're booked for 2014 now.

Overlooking Port Lincoln in weather that got better.

Bronny and I doing what we do best.

Proof that we don't only drink bubbly with cake.

Corinnes's use of stove brings back vague memories for me.

My favourite photo ever of me, revealing my indisputable arrogance.