Djarragun this morning, shrouded by cloud

“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity...”  

[John Muir]

Djarragun this morning, shrouded by cloud

My father came to Australia from Egypt in 1950.  Pyramids have long been a part of my personal mythology.  Still, I had never envisaged myself making a life at the base of one; nor had I anticipated the daily joy of watching the ebb and flow of sunlight and shadow over such a striking form.  

Then there is the weight of that geology; all that mighty mass of rock, strata - twisted, folded, exposed...

and the mountain that attracts its own weather systems, ever changing, shape shifting; the constant variable that has been delighting my eyes now every day for more than a year... 

cloud settling last night at dusk, from our back yard...

“This mountain, the arched back of the earth risen before us, it made me feel humble, like a beggar, just lucky to be here at all, even briefly.” 

 [Bridget Asher, The Provence Cure for the Brokenhearted: A Novel]

cloud settling last night at dusk, from our back yard...

My father, seated on his mother's lap;
photograph taken on their arrival in Perth, 1950

and below; a few of my favourite Djarragun moments over the past year or so ... 

23.3.13 addendum: 
Today the birthday poet has been busy drawing Djarragun [without any prompting on my part!].  It is doubly exciting as it has been rare for Dante to state that her drawings are of any specific subject [other than 'a martian in a spaceship'...]  
Here is my current favourite, celebrating her new muse: 

'First I saw the mountains in the painting; then I saw the painting in the mountains...'

[Chinese Proverb]


[text and images copyright Bek Misic 2013 - unless otherwise stated]


stephen bram takes flight...

In light of not yet knowing the name of this striking moth which graced the leaves of our pawpaw tree this afternoon I have given it the temporary moniker Stephen Bram.  If this moth were sitting on a wall at Anna Schwartz it would surely be worthy of a red dot...

Stephen Bram, Untitled 1994


that which lies beneath ...

Dante [at nearly three years old] is quite the junior medic...!

[scream from Rumi out in the backyard...]
me [from kitchen] 'What is going on out there Dante?'
dante [yelling] 'Rumi wants my Froggie!!!'
[more screaming]
me [running outside before an injury is made to Rumi] 'Can you please just share it with him?!?!'
dante [alarmed and very serious] 'Oh NO Mumma! I just put his Emla cream on!!!'
me [trying to control my laughter as I realise that Froggie has a square patch on his face...]
'Wow Dante - it looks like you have done a great job with Froggie; can I please get the camera and take a picture?'
[I distract Rumi and get the camera. Dante obliges for just one photo, before starting to remove Froggie's patch...]
'Dante, please don't take the patch off yet! I am taking a picture of the Emla cream!!'
dante [in her best teacher's voice] 'No Mumma...' [continuing to remove patch] 'That's JUST the patch - the Emla cream goes underneath, on Froggie's skin*!!!'

of course it does...  what was I thinking...!

*note to anyone concerned - no there was not any actual cream under the patch; unless you  were an [almost] three year old with a passion for medicine and a vivid imagination...

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