Saturday, March 24, 2012

The Corella's have come to town


Many of you have heard about the rain that Queensland and the stats on that side of Aussie are having, but on my side of the country it is dry, so very dry. It so dry the Corella’s have come to town, there a very big flock of I would say about a thousand birds, stripping tree and pulling up grass try to find food, all Aussie know these bird, can open anything they like with their big beaks, on the main road in town, the street lights now have no covers on them, they are all broken on the ground and I’ve heard of the odd car that now has no mirrors.


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Saturday, March 17, 2012

Mark's (Tank) Ride for the Vet's

From The Kenosha News

Many of you know Mark (Tank) from the old days at Window Live Space, I through some of you may like to know what he doing for the Vet’s, Mark left on this ride yesterday, If you’re on FaceBook, just go to his page and you can keep up with how he going

 

Out-of-shape smoker plans 48-state bike ride to raise awareness of veterans issues

From The Kenosha News

Mark Hansche’s legs will push the pedals, but the drive to bicycle all 48 contiguous states comes from his desire to raise public awareness of American military veterans living in less than honorable conditions.
“The new packet for the paperwork for the VA is five pages long. Even to get benefits, you have to have a permanent address. And a lot of these guys don’t have an address. A lot of these guys are living on the street,” said Hansche, 58, a Kenosha resident and Vietnam-era Marine.
During his two-year enlistment in 1971-73, he served in southeast Asia, on Okinawa and in Quantico, Va. He never saw combat but knows others did.
“It got to me everytime I turned around: Benefits are being cut for this; benefits are being cut for that. The government is not hearing the guys that are hurting,” Hansche said.
Against the odds?
Hansche smokes, is 6 feet tall, 260 pounds, hasn’t ridden a bicycle in 40 years and, by his estimate, has never ridden more than 100 miles all at once.
“I’ve been told it can’t be done. I’ve been told I’m too old. I’m too out of shape. What they forget is I was a Marine. I still am. If I fail, well, I will have tried,” Hansche said. “I know this is going to challenge every ounce of my body, every ounce of my being. But the drive is still there.
“The only thing that can stop me is me. And God. And maybe a bear. The guy at the bike shop said, ‘Whatever you want this bike to do,
you’ve
got to be the one to make it do it.’
“My kids don’t want me to go. I’ll miss my grandchildren terribly. My wife thinks I’m insane. I’m sure there are a lot of people out there who think I’m insane, but I’m not.”
Starting slowly
The plan is to start slowly, pedaling baby strokes, if you will, not only to break in the new Trek 1.2 Alpha road bike custom fitted for him at Zion Cyclery, but to break in Hanshce’s body little by little, enabling him to increase duration on the saddle more each week.
If all goes as planned, he’ll complete the trip in eight months.
On the way, he hopes to kick his decades-long cigarette habit. When he leaves Thursday from the bike shop in Zion, he’ll be armed with nicotine patches prescribed by his doctor to help him quit smoking.
He figures the riding will help him shed a lot of excess poundage, too. So long as his knees and the rest of his body hold up, he plans to go the distance.
Reaching deep
In late fall, he started a Facebook page dedicated to his upcoming pedal-athon. It’s drawn a lot of attention from supporters and well wishers.
“This is deep within my soul. It’s almost that something is driving me, and I can’t let it go. I started this page back in November just to see what people thought. The more I got into it, the more I had to do it. Or at least try and do it,” Hansche said. “Most of these guys don’t even have a tent or a sleeping bag. They sleep where they can.”
He insists he isn’t on “a crusade or anything like that. I just want America to remember what sarifices anyone who puts on a uniform makes, whether it’s losing an arm or being away from your family for 18 months at a time. My goal is to help one guy who is hurting — at least one guy a day — whether it’s getting him a cup of coffee, a meal or gettin’ him to the VA.”
High hopes
Hansche worked most of his adult life in retail, was unemployed for two years and most recently did a five-year stint as a security guard.
That doesn’t add up to big bucks for a guy figuring to bankroll the ride on his own. But when word got out on Facebook, others came forward — are still coming forward — offering donations, and inviting him to stay at their homes en route.
He remains conflicted about accepting financial donations and hasn’t yet opened an account to receive such funds, though that may change.
“The whole idea was not to take money but to give back. I didn’t start out with my hand out. But it seems the more word gets around, the more others want to support me,” he said.
According to Hansche, a budding author wants to write a book about his experience, and Hansche plans to photograph vets he meets and document their stories.
“I don’t have the background to put a book together.” Hansche said. “ But if that all works out, I can help some vets that have no place to stay.”




Sunday, March 11, 2012

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth


 I first heard this poem in school when I was about ten, I still love it, paint a beautiful pictures for all to see


I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud
by
William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.


Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Australia Day 2012!



Australia Day 2012!

The last year has gone so quick and Australia Day is once again here, as I look back to over the last year it makes me very proud to be an Aussie.
In the last twelve months, Ross and I have done some travelling and we meet many Aussie both at home and overseas, and we have made wonderful friends along the way.
When we when across Australia by ship and Train, we meet some wonderful Aussie, one of those being a disable young man who was partly blind, his spirit and caring for other was unbelievable, he did not see himself as disable, he saw himself as an everyday person, and that there was nothing he could not do.
When we were in Adelaide, we were having lunch in the park, there was a young man sitting on the steps with a hat in front of him on the ground, I don’t often give money, to people asking for hand out, but there was just something about him, I walk over and put money in his hat and as I turn to walk away ,felt hand on my shoulder, when I turn back, he was standing there with his arm open and he hug me and said Thank you.
One of the things that make me so very proud to be Aussie, happen in Turkey on ANZAC Day, to see thousands of Aussie’s and so many of them young, and most who had travel thousands of miles to see the sun come up over ANZAC Cove at the dawn service and who then made the very long walk to Lone Pine for the midday service, to see this kind of respect given to our service men and women, was so good.
It is the young people who will move our country forward and it is they who will keep the ANZAC spirit alive, it is they who will take our country around the world with them in their hearts and it is they by their actions, which will bring the people of the world to Australia.
So this Australia Day, please look at our young people and see the good in them, we often read in the paper or see on T.V., when one of them has done wrong, I think it time we saw the good side of them too.
I wish you all a wonderful Australia day,
I hope you spend it with family and friends, doing something you enjoy,
Please all stay safe when you’re out and about, and
“Please DON’T Drink and Drive”

S.M. Mac Arthur ©


Thursday, January 12, 2012

Kookaburra and Tawny Frogmouth

When we were in Sydney, we when to the Blue Mountains, (pictures still to come) on the way we stop at this little Zoo (I’m sorry I can’t tell you the name of it, because my note have gotten lost), I do know the family that run it, started by just taking in hurt Australian Animals and it has just grown from there, they had Australia animals of every kind.
But the pictures I’m going to show you are of two birds, the Kookaburra and the Tawny Frogmouth. These birds where free to walk or fly around the Zoo, they were just in cages of a night for their safety, some of the other birds where in cages for our safety, as many could take a finger off with one bite.
Why the Kookaburra and the Frogmouth, well as you will see they are not the most beautiful of birds, but there just something about them, I just love the two of them and they look so different, yet they are very alike.


S.M. Mac Arthur ©



 Frogmouth


 Kookaburra




Thursday, January 5, 2012

Sir Hans Heysen and The Cedars



When we were in South Australia in November, we when to The Cedars . This is a wonderful old home and containing a fine collection of paintings and drawings by the artist Sir Hans Heysen OBE (8 October 1877 to 2 July 1968). Han Heyson would have to be one of the best landscape artist that Australia has had.
When you walk into, Han Heysen working studio it like stepping back in time , the Studio was built in 1912 and used by painter until his death in 1968,. All his painting, materials and tools, sketches, notes and more, are still as they were when he died.

The Cedars' was the family home and has a rambling cottage garden that seems to go on for miles, the garden are just beautiful. The Cedars is still owned by the Heysen family.




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Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy New Year 2012



Happy New Year to you all,
I wish you only the best for the coming year,
Sue