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A walk through time in Camperdown Cemetery

Posted: September 9, 2018 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time
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yesterday we walked back through time at Camperdown Cemetery for History Week
in the 1940’s all but 4 acres of the cemetery were given over as a public park, the bones of the dead are still there but the old headstones were removed to line the inside of the walls that were built to separate the parkland from the cemetery
Some of the most prominent and remarkable features of the site are not tombs or gravestones but an odd assortment of objects, mostly architectural, that were saved from destruction and placed in the cemetery. This is the detached pediment of a building with a carved ship ploughing through the waves. It is part of the old Maritime Services Building, (c.1850) placed in the cemetery as a memorial to seamen.
(above photos courtesy of Donna Hinchcliff 2018)
here’s some photos taken on a foggy autumn morning in 2010 when I tried to catch the atmosphere
love the old Chinese elms the way they have self sown through the old graves
a quiet place for contemplation
wreathed in mystery
and wonder
with beautiful views
the fabulous fig planted in 1848 at the front gates
photo courtesy of Gabrielle Bates 2018

crook as Rookwood

Posted: August 6, 2018 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time
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Old Man Crow and I are both crook as Rookwood (a cemetery in Sydney)
these photos are of a magical gathering of crows at Waverley Cemetery  back in 2006
a fantastic view from the clifftops
love the way the crows seemed to pose just for us
totemic beings
x fingers we’ll start feeling better soon!
NB feeling crook is Aussie slang for feeling sick with a dreadful lurgy
& can also mean getting a scolding as in “my Mum went crook at me” which totally confounded me in a grammar test when I first went to school in Melbourne back in 1969 (nearly 50 years ago!)

the good news is the framer did a great job framing Beauty
for All is [not] Black & White at Artsite
but I was way too out of it at the opening on Sunday to get any decent photos
this beautiful thank you card and clay scrolls mounted on a piece of Silky Oak
just arrived in the mail from Fiona Dempster of Paper Ponderings
with such good timing my beautiful friend!

Fly Free Jo Fire Singer Star Woman

Posted: June 25, 2018 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time
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A Candle by Mo“One candle gives light to another without itself ceasing to burn. The light which has been given to us burns all the brighter for being offered to others”
words found in an old church in England by my friend Jo New
Jo and I met in a shamanic Act of Power course back in 2004
a brilliant photographer, poet and healer
Jo Fire Singer
Star Woman

beautiful friend, wife, mother and grandmother with such a huge heart
Fly Free!
August 28th 1945 – June 21st 2018star drum made by Jo New 2005

celebrating another spin around the sun with Old Man Crow, he’s 71 today!
who would have thought we would still be here?
the mandala is tied to the dress form with waxed linen thread
Diane Patmore took these photos of my Book of Honesty at the Libris Awards in Mackay
good to see it displayed so that people can turn the pages and enjoy the details
you can see the whole book here
the catalogue is online here

we took the train up to the Blue Mountains for a bushwalk
such a magic day
Cathy and Old Man Crow investigating a mysterious pool
old sandstone stairs to Dante’s Glen
Blue-Mountains-dreaming
a reconnoiter for the dream
a fabulous Angophora costata
this magic rainbow arched right over the train on the way home
blessing the dream of moving up to the mountains in the not too faraway
the Full Moon in Sagittarus the Wayfinder
Sagittarius from the Zodiac Series Mo 1999
Magic Days!

a bushwalk in the Blue Mountains

Posted: February 22, 2018 by Mo Crow in friends, It's Crow Time
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Wentworth Falls lookout in the Blue Mountains National Park
the top of Wentworth Falls, this is just the top of the falls, it goes a long way further down
a waterhole, we saw yabbies!
Cathy  and a beautiful Xanthorrhoea in flower
an endangered water skink
“For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains.”
”Longing, “says the poet Robert Hass “because desire is full of endless distances,” Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.”
Rebecca Solnit “A Field Guide to Getting Lost”
One of the wonderful things about living in the middle of Sydney is the train ride up into the Blue Mountains to visit the blue of longing in the west and it’s just a quick bus trip to the wide blue of the ocean to the east!

The Letter W
from An illuminated Book of Cats
by Mo Okiszewski, Rod Morgan and Ariel P Cat © 2010
It was 45˚C (113˚F) here yesterday… my brain melted down but this morning the memory of this page from our book put the heat into perspective with the deep cold happening on the other side of the world, the balancing act as Jude talks about today over at Spirit Cloth, she helps me keep my head on straight!