Monday, 17 November 2008
Recent images
Here is a selection of images from recent visits, for daily blog click on the dates corresponding to each festival on right column.
Enter - Nederlands
Perth, Australia
Singapore - National Museum Night Festival
Christchurch, New Zealand
Hasselt, Belgium
Noorderzon, Nederlands
Ostend, Belgium
Enter - Nederlands
Perth, Australia
Singapore - National Museum Night Festival
Christchurch, New Zealand
Hasselt, Belgium
Noorderzon, Nederlands
Ostend, Belgium
Friday, 26 September 2008
Thursday, 25 September 2008
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
They parked their cars in my garage.
They milled around.
Wild dogs filled the yard.
What could I give them?
They milled around.
Wild dogs filled the yard.
What could I give them?
Catastrophe threatened to destroy their community.
The wind changed course and the house survived save for a couple of broken windows.It turned out it was all about what they could give me.
Essential services were restored and the post got through.Tuesday, 23 September 2008
Consider this. In South Western Australia the oldest footprint of man was recorded in 2005. It was around 20 000 years old and had belonged to a man estimated to have been two metres tall and running at twenty kilometres an hour.
The tracks were surrounded by other tracks. Likely the same community.Children and adults all walking in the same direction across a shallow clay basin.
So suddenly into our house step the real realities of our modern history. Young and happily naive to the past.
There is an urgency to make sense of it all and unscramble our selves.
This Little house is very similar to a house the locals call with anthropomorphic affection 'The Queenslander' It sits traditionally high on stilts above the earth keeping it dry and cool. It has lived a relatively short time in the scheme of things, beginning it's life around the 1840s. Going into mass production in the1920s. Bowled considerably for development around the 1980s and more widely protected in the 2000s.
The tracks were surrounded by other tracks. Likely the same community.Children and adults all walking in the same direction across a shallow clay basin.
So suddenly into our house step the real realities of our modern history. Young and happily naive to the past.
There is an urgency to make sense of it all and unscramble our selves.
This Little house is very similar to a house the locals call with anthropomorphic affection 'The Queenslander' It sits traditionally high on stilts above the earth keeping it dry and cool. It has lived a relatively short time in the scheme of things, beginning it's life around the 1840s. Going into mass production in the1920s. Bowled considerably for development around the 1980s and more widely protected in the 2000s.
Monday, 22 September 2008
Welcome to Brisbane. This lizard obviously a well read reptile resides at the state library and is often seen taking in the heat along the banks of the Brisbane river. I gave it a wide berth and snapped the photo ultra macro. Never the less it eyed me, nodded and posed in an aloof but considered stance before going back to its book. Wildlife aye?
The Powerkidz festival is in and around the impressive Power House theatre in Brisbane and delivers a full on captive audience to the house. They surrounded the house in throngs with intense questioning and comments this one was so involved at one point she mistook it for another well known house and started tucking in to the furnishings. Her mother spent some time extracting the curtains from those hungry gums.
As much as I was bowled over by the exuberance of the kids, these quiet moments with these chilled folks was great. I am going to spend the evening taking in my first day in the house and let the heat of the day slowly dissipate before my morning languish on the banks of the Brisbane river.
Signing off from the,
Bearded Dragon.
The Powerkidz festival is in and around the impressive Power House theatre in Brisbane and delivers a full on captive audience to the house. They surrounded the house in throngs with intense questioning and comments this one was so involved at one point she mistook it for another well known house and started tucking in to the furnishings. Her mother spent some time extracting the curtains from those hungry gums.
As much as I was bowled over by the exuberance of the kids, these quiet moments with these chilled folks was great. I am going to spend the evening taking in my first day in the house and let the heat of the day slowly dissipate before my morning languish on the banks of the Brisbane river.
Signing off from the,
Bearded Dragon.
Thursday, 4 September 2008
Sunday, 31 August 2008
A great way to go out
The Leaning Tower of Piza and the Dissociated Membral Tower of Stephen's House. I am honoured to be on the same page, I wonder if I could sell as many post-cards though.
And now for the 'Just Because I Can' page, here are a whole bunch of photos from my last day in the park. It was sunny out but thankfully cooler inside. It is my last day with the house in Europe, so the fact that the weather was smiling for me seems like a good omen.
4500 km, four festivals and more faces than you could meet at world year-book convention.
This is great Annika, I like this a lot, it's going to find it's way onto my wall somehow, somewhere....
The exclaimation points tell it all. I think we got there in the end but there was a fair amount of unoffical sign language going on.
More festival folk from the ticket kiosk. They had a light day yesterday apparently due to the fact that everything was sold out. Can't do better than that!
And once more Ghert-Jam, quickly someone put this guy in a movie, I reckon his is made for it.
Some Dutch words are easier to pick out than others.
Meet Goina, she has been living in New Zealand for the past 18 years but comes from Groningen, or nearby. She arrived with gifts! Thanks so much! A Peanut slab (you have to be local to understand the subtleties of this delight). She also gifted me a bone carving which it turns out she sells online on aotearoa.co.nz -
And then there was...
Don't want to go on about it too much, but this was a great day particularly due to the good luck of a certain event. It even hit the papers... to cut a long story short there was a break in, not my house the house housing my computer (where I do the blogs). Someone clearly wanted a preview of my photo collection before I edited them onto the blog. Turns out the Police had a differnt idea and through a weird chain of events the computer was returned to me without harm.
So now I'm less that-guy-in-the-little-house and more that-guy-who-had-his-computer-stolen... well no more, so Groningen has redeemed itself completely.
And the sun went down in Groningen for the last time for me. I hope we'll meet again soon.
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