Walter Logeman: Journal
The last post had bush paintings that relate to my growing up in Australia. But I love Aotearoa New Zealand — where I have spent most of my life. The bush is different. If you have a big screen click this painting by Toss Woolaston.
More from Woolaston in the Gallery that follows.
Nolan, Boyd, Fred Williams and two of mine. Australia as I have it in my bones.
Sixteen images follow:
Bush Is one of my six life streams. Bush in Heathcote, Blue Mountains, Shoalhaven, Tasmania and Aotearoa New Zealand. And back to the Larapinta trail. And the mountains of New Zealand. I’m a bushwalker. It’s an identity I developed in my teens. It’s never gone away. I do more walking in the bush than is evident here. This walking, climbing, mountaineering, tramping, camping and travel aspect is huge in my life but minimal in this blog, as I championed the psyche in cyberspace.
https://www.thousandsketches.com/2006/12/10/trees-2/
Growing up on the edge of two national parks I had the years from 8 to 18 years walking, running in beautiful bush. And swimming in the hospitable creeks, surfing in the best beaches in the world. Then I left for teachers college in Tasmania, one big national park. After Tasmania, aged 22 I went on a world ‘working holiday’, but climbing and skiing kept me there then university marriage and parenthood. now in Aotearoa New Zealand still at 77 and almost part of the bush here.
Notice it was university as well that kept me here, part of another life stream I call Words.
And a relationship, another life stream.
https://swimmingholeheaven.com/nsw-eddies-pool.htm
The Rovers Pool
Did a few of these after I came back from a month in the bush. Posted here now as I tried to get it into the media library from Apple photos on thr iPad …. But no, it publishes it as well.
A Photo Project
I take these with abstract expressionist mentality, mood, perspective, eye.
From ThousandSketches 2006
I hope this turns up in Twitter, and you like the sketch I found.
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Later: Yes it did! Now, do I really want that?
Maybe, but nothing automatic.
My reflections on this go way back:
Ink sketches I do with the kids. Made it into a slideshow
Waiting For The Miracle
Have had this song in my mind since the Theatre of Spontaneity group on Tuesday.
That was the group theme, ambivalence, sticking with the known.
I love the verse:
Ah baby, let’s get married
We’ve been alone too long
Let’s be alone together
Let’s see if we’re that strong
Yeah let’s do something crazy,
Something absolutely wrong
While we’re waiting
For the miracle, for the miracle to come
Lyrics follow Continue reading “Let’s do something crazy, Something absolutely wrong”
