Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
The adventure this morning to La Perouse was lovely. It has always been a favourite place in Sydney. I collected my car yesterday from the repairer where it has been forever. So to celebrate its’ liberation, I took the car for a spin. It rained a little – just enough to make the colours on the sandstone at Congwong beach warm and rich. I had a few snaps taken and took more myself. I have included some here as people ask me for photos (there will be more posted in due course, just snaps in the meantime). This is your glamorous aunt being very casual in sneakers and pony tail.
MG on the rocks on the mobile, September 2016
MG doing sneakers, September 2016
MG doing a contemplative pony tail thing, September 2016
And here is a picture of some of the sandstone we saw. I have included this image because it reminds me of the paintings of Kimberley aboriginal artist Paddy Bedford. I am very partial to the idea that the painter can change the way you see. You no longer see a palm tree, you see a Brett Whitely palm tree.
In this instance, in the image just below, I can’t look at the pattern on this rock without “seeing” Paddy Bedford’s record of an ancient songline retelling some vision of relationships, landscape and history. If you can’t see that kind of significance in the sandstone well that is _O_K_ 🙂 You can leave the aesthetic divining to your visionary glamorous aunt 🙂 🙂 🙂
And an example of Paddy Bedford’s painting:
And this is a randomly lovely wedge-shaped piece of pink sandstone: