Tuesday, August 20, 2019



          Reflections abound a symphony of silence surrounds in an embrace
         Afar the fiery orb bids its final farewell to lingering shadows of day
         Tardy birds relish the dying embers as homeward they wend their way
         Vignettes endure of treasured moments a word of your hand in mine
         Selfish am I in my desire for your presence for our thoughts to align
         Together and apart we spent fleeting seconds in a multitude of years
         Nimble minutes of infinite consciousness leaving remnants of fears
         Thank you for fun-filled moments laughter nonsensical joys shared
         For your intelligence compassionate friendship showing you cared

Paintings and poem by me...

Sunday, August 04, 2019


Further to my musings of my previous post referencing significant events and behaviours, which occurred in one portion of the globe during the 1800s, I have more thoughts to impart.

Across the world - not only in North America - it was a century of achievements and errors; a period replete with successes and failures; an era of positive thinking and actions, intermixed with negativity and hypocrisy. It was a century of inventions, and growth; of expanding horizons; of discoveries; of births and deaths; of senseless, heartless killings.

Throughout the engrossing documentaries relating no-holds-barred truths – many of which are ugly truths - about the opening up of North America’s West I was captivated by letters written during those years.  

The extent of time it took for a letter to reach its recipient is beyond my wildest imagination.

What impressed me immensely – something which stood out like a neon beacon on a hilltop - was the eloquent, poetic fluency of the hand-written letters, most of which were lengthy literary compositions for loved ones to treasure in the absence of the writer.  The command of the English language - the symmetry of the exquisitely emotively expressed written word  held my attention; captured my admiration.  

The potent, poignant beauty of the educated, descriptive prose is inspirational. 
The historical missives are pure, unfettered reminders of the past.  May the letters remain preserved, yet accessible to future generations.

Is letter-writing...a hand-written communication penned on paper...a lost art?  Sadly, I believe it is.  Who writes letters nowadays?  The answer is; “Very few people do!”  
Venturing further, I dare say even fewer letters are written with the eloquence of the scribes of past centuries. 

Communication between people nowadays is conducted in code, mostly indecipherable (not acceptable) to me. For old-fashioned-stick-in-the mud-me it’s a foreign language I’m not willing to learn.  It’s become obvious correct spelling, grammar, and punctuation play a small role in the modern world.  With Elvis, they have left the building.

While reading the newspaper the other day I was stunned by an article written by a journalist, who, I imagine, completed a degree in journalism.

Accompanied by a picture of a sole cyclist – one, solitary male, who stood alone on the roadside, the article informed the reader; “A cyclist was spotted on the side of the road in the Airport Link after riding their bicycle into the tunnel. The rider, who appeared to be a food-delivery driver with a large bag on their back, was seen cycling into the tunnel at the Bowen Hills entrance yesterday afternoon.  They used a roadside phone inside the tunnel as other motorists drove past them....”  The article continued in a similar vein.

The sole, singular, individual, solitary, lone cyclist, clearly visible as being only one person, was stubbornly, and relentlessly referred to by the journalist - one journalist who was a “he”  -  as “they, them and their”.   

I must have gone to a completely different school.  I certainly didn’t go to university and gain a degree in English or journalism.  

However, to my knowledge, as limited as it apparently is, the correct description of a sole male is “his, him, and he”.  A sole female is “her, she, and hers”.  For the record, “hers” is singular, not plural. 

They, the motorists who drove past the sole, single - maybe he was married...that I do not know - male cyclist, were plural in number.

In their cars, the motorists drove by him, the cyclist.  He who stood alone - by the side of the road; beside his bicycle, which wasn’t a tandem bicycle. 

I – we - hope the food didn’t spoil en route.

Footnote:  Via Netflix, I am presently watching another excellent  documentary mini-series by Ken Burns – “Ken Burns: The Roosevelts: An Intimate History”.   The documentary consists of seven episodes.  Again...recommended viewing...

One-Pot Chilli Beef: Thickly slice 3 brown onions and 3 red capsicums. Heat 2tbs olive oil in pot on high heat; add onion and capsicum; sauté 2-3mins. Add 400g beef mince, 2 crushed garlic cloves, 2tsp cumin, 2ts coriander, 1tsp smoked paprika, 1tsp oregano and 1/2tsp cayenne; cook until browned. Add 400g tinned tomatoes, 1/2c rinsed, uncooked quinoa and 1-1/2c beef stock; stir until combined. When bubbling, reduce heat to low enough to just simmer. Cover pot, slightly ajar; allow to gently simmer 20-30mins, stirring occasionally, until quinoa has cooked completely and mixture is thick. Add further stock, if needed.

One-Pan Steak & Vegetables: In a small bowl, combine 3tbs butter, 1 minced garlic clove, 1tbs chopped parsley, 1-1/2tsp minced fresh thyme, 1-1/2gtsp lemon zest, salt and pepper; set aside. Season 2x1-1/2 inch thick sirloin steak. Melt 1tbs butter in a 12-inch skillet over med-high heat. Place steaks in middle of pan; cook until a dark crust has formed, about 4-5mins. Flip, and cook for an additional 4-5mins, or until desired doneness; set aside; keep warm. Melt 1tbs butter in the pan. Add 1 minced shallot, 500g fresh asparagus, cut into 2-inch pieces and 240g halved mushrooms of choice. Cook, stirring occasionally, 3-4mins; serve immediately with steaks and butter mixture.

One-Pot Apple Cake: Preheat oven 150C. Grease 26cm cake tin; line base. Melt 250g butter in pot. Remove from heat; mix in 3-4 cored, peeled, thinly-sliced apples, 2c sugar, and 2 beaten eggs. Add 2-1/2c plain flour, 1tsp baking powder, 2tsp baking soda, 3tsp cinnamon, 1c sultanas or raisins, and 1/2c walnuts or pecan pieces; stir just enough to blend evenly. Spread into cake tin; bake until risen, golden and top bounces back, about 1hr 20mins. Cool 15mins; then turn out of tin.  Top with walnut or pecan pieces, if desired; dust with icing sugar before serving. Serve with cream or custard.