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Fell Fall and Fen at Shiraito no Taki - White Thread Waterfall in Karuizawa

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Waves, waterfalls and fountains, all types of white water, are the perfect counterpoint to green scenery, an anodyne for the eyes, a breath of fen air, and this Shiraito Falls, is an exemplar of its kind, with its long arc of continuity, its water has spent six years seeping from the rain fall on Mount Asama, slightly warmed

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Kodachrome Dusk does its Thing Okinawa Style

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Kodachrome Dusk does its Thing Okinawa Style Image

Here a pixel fine slice of an Iphone photo delivers the non-contemporary - perhaps it is the salt air, the storm rolling in from east, or a wave of ‘70’s nostalgia that has rendered this image of Nashiro Beach on the south west side of Okinawa so very Kodachrome, or it might be that land remembers everything. Here a

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Gingham Style ! Black and White Dog Couture

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Gingham Style ! Black and White Dog Couture Image

It’s not Gangnam Style but Gingham Style for this checker be-decked Poochie who is being taken for a ride in uptown Karuizawa. So many questions , but there is no shadow of a doubt that this is not a a black and white case. It’s not Gangnam Style but Gingham Style for this checker be-decked Poochie who is

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Is This the Line for the Chattanooga Choo-Choo -Bart’s Busman’s Holiday

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Is This the Line for the Chattanooga Choo-Choo -Bart’s Busman’s Holiday Image

Bart Brassica is, it seems, on holidays, and while he has gone singularly Dutch and Dining Out (Stand Up Stood UP ) and as been spotted at a diner, how does he get around? Here the mystery not so much thickens as coagulates, those with keen eyes will see he is a Oberndorf, a previously undiscovered railway station

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The Stone Water Basin and the Bamboo Dipper at Rest

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Inside the New Otani Hotel in Tokyo there is an incredible 400 year old Japanese garden, among all sorts of lovely things is this stone basin, with its bamboo dipper to make an offer of water to to the stone deity standing alongside. But what to make of the narrow shelf of bamboo? Is it a resting place

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Next Level - Roof Top Gardens in Tokyo

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Next Level - Roof Top Gardens in Tokyo Image

Yes, here we have levelled up with Ginza’s famous Seiko Clock, having found Mitsukoshi Department Store’s level nine roof top garden. An elevated oasis for sparrows and people looking for a breath of green space, and when the Seiko Clock chimes Big Ben’s theme bing bongs, well you get a little bit - sukoshi!- of London thrown in

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Winning Ways - Twin Stars Sparks

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Back in the day when my children were small, I read loads of children’s books, and had been known to be so engrossed I would unintentionally stop reading aloud, to go into the top gear of reading silently. But last Sunday I settled into a sunny spot on the deck, and read Twin Stars, Volume 1 of Charlotte

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Many Hands Make Light Work - In the Photon Field

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Granny Eggwhistle says she is sure the new Farm Hand might be a member of an occult, because under hand is one thing but Over Hand like this is unnatural. But why has Farmer Bart Brassica taken on an extra Hand? It seems, as he is away on a faux holiday (see double-double-dutching-bart-fakes-fancy.html…) and has applied the adage

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The Fleeting Fineness of Flowers Down

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Double ruffled tulips are fine examples of the under rated ephemera of fading flowers, they have a wabi-sabi all their own, here the tulips’ touch down reframes their faux Kutani-ware Wedgewood vase - itself a floral fiat of form and pattern. Something about the surrounding crowd of bijou here suggests World of Interiors, and makes me wonder why

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The Sea in Two Minds and an Undertow

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It’s easy to forget, or maybe not realise, that like turning the heel for a sock, the ocean knits itself around corners into bays, here the north eastern edge of North Stradbroke shows precisely how the sea can be in two minds about flow and crimp and flat where the Pacific meets Moreton Bay. The water on one

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Stand Up, Stood Up? Bart Dines Out.

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As Bart Brassica is holidaying double Dutch style, see Episode double-double-dutching-bart-fakes-fancy.html , he has been wistfully waiting at Glenn’s Historic Gettysburg Diner, at which there are 166 vacant seats. Is so much emptiness ominous in a diner open 24 hours a day? Notwithtsanding the lack of customers Bart appears to have been Stood Up by Mavis Eggwhistle, though as

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Feeding Dandelions to a Donkey and the Donkey’s Auntie

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These two Donquettas were not coquettish about dandelion greens, though there was some jockeying, at which they excel, for access, and while this was amiable enough at midday, the next morning, maybe they got up on the wrong side of the stables, but the Aunt was not nice to the niece and vice versa. If ever I have

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A Green World in Three Scenes

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A Myanmar market stack of green leaves leaning towards a Fibonacci spiral , two stems of Angophora leaves, thoughtfully snipped off by sulfur-crested cockatoos, and a tableau of acorn, oak leaf, birch cone and my green Lamy fountain pen, all contribute to a visual paraphrase of John Donne’s green thoughts in a green shade. A Myanmar market stack of

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Get Your Skates On , St. Kildering Your Way Into Nostalgia

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Pink skates with yellow laces, scuffed toes reflect on their uneven roll call of days along the Esplanade, what can explain their sense of ennui, ready to go but glazed inside the glass, the palms in colonnades reflected, the distant idea of a wooden rink at Ettalong, with its corrugated, companionable percussion? Pink skates with yellow laces, scuffed

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Blue in the Face

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The Blue-faced honey eater may be the only creature that looks good in Blue eye shadow, and being so very dapperly attuned to the cafe colour system it would be hard to begrudge them a few muffin crumbs. Blueberry I wonder? The Blue-faced honey eater may be the only creature that looks good in Blue eye shadow, and being

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Curiosity Cabinet

As a child I thought there was a jewel box hidden in my parent's house, I imagined there was a cache of pink cut glass rings - the ones with adjustable soft metal sizing - laid out in pink foam in the nailed tight plyboard box in my brothers' walk-in robe.

Years later, I realised the box was really the back of the bathroom cabinet. I got a lot of enjoyment out of those pink glass jewels that weren't there. Imaginery treasures are curiously satisfying.

Here is a central point where someone who might be interetested can see what bits of words, some links to work published in journals and ezines, and images that I have made.

Absent Knowledge

We are talking about knowing certain facts,

and he says, I know all that or used to,

it is only that I can’t remember.

Is this not knowing or forgetting

what you know? Perhaps the head holds

a trace of what was there,

perhaps it is there but can’t find

the way out; maybe it was there but left,

or there was a rumour that it was coming

but never did,

like the promised holiday ,

in Pennant Hills. At eight years old

I would lie in bed at night a hardly contained

precipice of anticipation that time

would take me to Pennant Hills and a big house

with a swimming pool. I can see

the façade of the house, the curve

of suburban street, where that house

I never went to might be - or even was.

Though I know I never went, maybe

somewhere, there is an unborn memory

of being there, and I am thwarted by absent knowledge

from enjoying what I did not do.

Carol Jenkins

From Voices from the Meadow Wollongong Workshop Anthology 2007 ( Five Islands Press)

Bambiraptor

The Going Down Swinging # 25 -special double CD edition has at last unwrappped itself in Sydney, with a lauch at the Last Bastion of Civilisation last Wednseday 25 September. I still don't know what is in this CD it apart from my spoken word poem Bambiraptor as I was incarcarated in an invention called Good Mummydom. I hope every one else had a good time at the launch party.

The fossil Bambiraptor’s importance in the evolutional of dexterity and the dissonant name gave me this rave by Blanche (Street Car Named Desire) - here she makes a play for Bambiraptor believing his tough and powerful persona is lined with tenderness, like Stanley. This poem is one of my bids to get fossils to colonise and take over the myth as the substratum of literature.

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