Here in Western Australia we look after all our old stuff.
Old Growth forests are protected by Law – unless they are needed by woodchippers
Old buildings are kept in pristine condition. Unless a developer wants them
However I have finally found something old which we do revere.
Old Growth Concrete.
Posted in nature, Western Australia
Walking along the river path in my home suburb, Maylands.
There is a lot of beauty at this time of the year.
Then I saw this!
Then I saw a tree which has not washed its feet
That made me
Posted in Australia, nature, Perth, photography
There is a big warning brought to you by;
The same people who gave you the computer.
The same people who gave the world the atomic bomb
The same people who put the digital watch on your wrist.
The same people who wiped smallpox from the face of the Earth.
The same people who gave baby incubators to hospitals.
The same people who gave you Sputnik and world-wide communications.
The same people who gave you the vaccines which save millions of lives every year.
The same people who create the highest buildings in the world.
The same people who created the aircraft in which you fly.
The same people who gave you organ transplants.
The same people who gave you electricity.
The same people who build the bridges you drive over.
The same people who save lives by exposing the dangers of smoking.
The same people who gave you airconditioning on a hot day.
The scientists and engineers who train for years.
The people you trust with your life every day.
Yet you deny these same people when thay warn you of Climate Change.
Yet you deny these same people when they warn you that civilisation is at risk.
Yet you deny these same people when they warn that humans may go extinct.
And you won’t be around to apologise to your great grand children!
Posted in nature, photography
There was three kings into the east,
three kings both great and high,
and they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn must die.
They took a plough and plough’d him down,
put clods upon his head,
and they hae sworn a solemn oath
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful Spring came kindly on’
and show’rs began to fall.
John Barleycorn got up again,
and sore surprised them all.
The sultry suns of Summer came,
and he grew thick and strong;
his head well arm’d wi’ pointed spears,
that no one should him wrong.
The sober Autumn enter’d mild,
when he grew wan and pale;
his bendin’ joints and drooping head
show’d he began to fail.
His colour sicken’d more and more,
and he faded into age;
and then his enemies began
to show their deadly rage.
They took a weapon, long and sharp,
and did cut off his head;
they ty’d him fast upon a cart,
like a rogue for forgerie.
They laid him down upon his back,
and cudgell’d him full sore.
they hung him up before the storm,
and turn’d him o’er and o’er.
They filled up a darksome pit
with water to the brim,
they heav’d in John Barleycorn.
There, let him sink or swim!
They laid him upon the floor,
to work him farther woe;
and still, as signs of life appear’d,
they toss’d him to and fro.
They wasted o’er a scorching flame
the marrow of his bones;
but a miller us’d him worst of all,
for he crush’d him between two stones.
And they hae taen his very hero blood
and drank it round and round;
and still the more and more they drank,
their joy did more abound.
John Barleycorn was a hero bold,
of noble enterprise;
for if you do but taste his blood,
’twill make your courage rise.
‘Twill make a man forget his woe;
’twill heighten all his joy;
’twill make the widow’s heart to sing,
tho the tear were in her eye.
Then let us toast John Barleycorn,
each man a glass in hand;
and may his great posterity
ne’er fail in old Scotland!
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