It has been a busy time in May with various excursions and some enforced leave. I have been in the country some of the time and it has been exceptionally pretty, though progress with development s l o w . . .
Even though it has been very dry, I have been there just after rain a couple of times and managed to get some lovely images, when the earth is all shining and luminous.
xx MG country mouse
Letters from America
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♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 7 January 2018
It’s the New Year and I don’t do resolutions so much as I find myself somehow embarking on various new projects, generally a bit domestic. This New Year it seems to be Rejuvenation Grout.
Well I have bought the product and I am hoping it will transform the tired tiles of the bathroom into something a bit more, hmmm luminous may be :-), or just a bit whiter would be ok.
It’s been a nice start to the year otherwise. I had a lovely unexpected visitor on Saturday afternoon. I don’t often get magpies up on the 12th floor so it was a treat to hear that melodic gargling sort of song so close by.
I drove back from the country on Saturday and listened to the radio on the way – as a lot of you know, I love the radio. On this trip the ABC was rebroadcasting a feed from the US National Public Radio (NPR) and I had a couple of treats. One was a show on bluegrass which was an excuse for me to rummage around for favourite modern blues music when I got home. Here is a link to a performer composer I really like and who is a great blues hero for souls who live rough. It’s Chris Whitley with his melancholy guitar:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fI8ISl7xpg4
The other interesting program I caught was the end of was an interview with the columnist Michael Wolff who has just published Fire and Fury – a book on Donal Trump’s more or less accidental ascendancy and the pathology of his White House reign so far. Perhaps I’ll make it to Abbey’s later in the week to see if I can pick up a copy, it is from all reports, an alarming and worthwhile read.
So, the year seems to have started quietly but hopefully, in your glamorous aunt’s happy domain
Wishing all the best to all of us for the coming year
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 29 October 2017
Even my first post was about a part of the coast on the south side of the harbour bridge. So here is another post in that same tradition, this time about a favourite surf beach at Maroubra, South Maroubra in particular.
Earlier in the year, about August, I visited this favourite beach and took some snaps of the surf and sky after a spectacular storm and swell. Here are some of the photos, the first looking to North Maroubra showing the crashing surf on the cliffs there:
This second one is also looking to North Maroubra, but it includes a surfer for scale:
I am also including a photo of the well known rifle range on the headland at the South Maroubra, you can see the series of targets set up in the distance here:
In the scrub on the headland round the rifle range there used to be a tradition of abandoned dogs inhabiting the rough terrain. They came to be known as the rifle range dogs and were a distinctive type of dog, long legged, low haunches, solid colours, howling as often as barking and making excellent guard dogs. There was a time apparently when they were relatively common pets in the eastern suburbs. I only ever got to know one of these rifle range dogs, and it was quite a while ago. His was a large hound called Bernie and he belonged to a notary public who lived near Bondi Junction. He had a very distinctive musical yowl which he used more than he did bark. Once he had determined you were friendly and here to do business he just flung his enormous frame into his bed and relaxed. So here is an article from the Sydney Morning Herald 1957 addressing the phenomenon of the rifle range dogs, here called the wild dogs of Malabar (as Malabar meets the south headland of Maroubra).
And here are two final gratuitous images of the surf with surfers and the lovely sunset sky at South Maroubra in August.
In praise of all the great things on the local coastline,
your glamorous aunt, MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 8 July 2017
It’s a another beautiful morning, pale blue sky no cloud, and here I am tapping away before heading off to the gym. I want to post some selfies that I took yesterday (and posted twitter) to make up, in part at least, for the recent photo drought.
These are all taken at Rushcutter’s Bay down by the water with the CYCA yachts behind. Most photos taken down there get a sun flash in them. Maybe it’s caused by the steep angle at which the sun shines at some times during the day over the nearby point of Elizabeth Bay.
MG xx
Before the weekend finishes I need to let you know that I now have an email address which you can use. Text to my phone is best for bookings but if there is something you need to send which is longer and not so urgent 🙂 then email is there.
myglamorousauntmg@gmail.com
(Ed: I had an earlier post about this. I inadvertently updated an earlier version of the post so I lost the right one that I had already posted. I recovered what I could and tried to complete the rest. Never mind…)
There was a curious green Harbour Bridge this evening. If anyone knows why it was green, do let me know.
My phone camera could not capture the colour unless the shot was out of focus.
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 22 April 2017
There was swimming later in the day but no real sleep beforehand (as I had hoped).
The water was warm the way the sea gets warm in the evening. The white on the waves was luminous.
Must only swim in the evening.
Lovely sunset Northern Beaches view.
And after we had recovered from the waves my girlfriend and I had sangria and tapas outdoors at one of the busy little restaurants on the promenade.
Signing off for real this time,
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Thursday 6 April 2017
Your glamorous aunt has been in the country for a couple of days. Doing country work things and also rummaging around in the outdoors, probably the New Zealanders would call it tramping.
The night sky was especially beautiful on Tuesday night 4 April. There was a half moon (a moon that looked as though it had been cut squarely down the middle). In the early hours when it was lowdown in the sky it became a luminous buttery gold. And even with a bright moon the stars were beautiful. We don’t see anything like it in the city thanks to city lights. But in the free open country skies the stars are a wonderful presence. The sky does not feel like a flat ceiling over the earth. It feels like a soft dark presence cloaked over the earth with the stars screwed in at their various places – thousands of them! And the stars shine back out from the dark softness. So beautiful to see in the middle of the night when stumbling out to use the bush loo.
So here is a photo taken on a walk on Wednesday 5 April. In the top left side of the image in the sky you can see dark flecks – birds. This was a flock of Yellow Tailed Black Cockatoos. The cries of these birds are marvellous. It all sounds like mischief to me. When I find a good recording I will include it. [Ed: http://www.birdsinbackyards.net/sites/www.birdsinbackyards.net/files/factsheets/audio/calyptorhynchus-funereus.mp3]
The image as a whole shows another one of my compelling shapes. This one is the shape of the arch. The arch in this instance is formed by the trees growing over the country road.
Good night friends
A tired but glamorous aunt
MG xx