Tiny gardens

Some gardens are so small you don't see them. For three weeks I've been walking over the top of these beauties . . . in my own backyard.

Not a lot

Not a lot has been happening, mainly study, a little bit of walking, and a fair bit of that other stuff that I tend to do quite a lot of.
Most of my blogging has been on Sustainina, I am intent on engaging with this history course, and getting as much out of it as I can. That means a full and positive presence. I do tend, however, to get sucked into computer [no] land. I forget to read and analyze but prefer to synthesize and create, so I might give it a bit of break for a while. Something about blogging makes me want to post pretty pictures. It's going well, I'm feeling really good about it. The closeness of the finishing line is making me just a touch excited. Only 7 weeks to go!

What's been happening today:




Yep, that's razor wire on top of the wall.

A New Blog

As part of my landscape studies I am starting a new blog called SUSTAININA. It is partly to meet the portfolio requirements of the History unit, and partly to question what it means to be a Landscape Architect.
Please come and look
http://history03portfolio-c-king.blogspot.com/
and contribute inflammatory comments!
I'll eventually submit it for marking, so the more controversial the better!

Mids

Some photos from April.

Palimpest in the city

677877 Subtle Penetration/Spreading The Fates

Above: The penetrating/Wind
Below: The penetrating/Wind

Turn conflict into creative tension. The situation is already changing.

If you are traveling and don't have a place of your own, this means subtly penetrating from outside. It means being humble and hiding your virtues. Subtle Penetration pares away in order to realize the Way.

Yarra Valley

Small Gardens.

At the abandoned brickworks, Brunswick.


Next to park in Brunswick.


A moment on Mt Melville.



Very small gardens.

Lined up in a schoolyard just like children. Another one from the Yarra Valley.


The view out the roof of my tutorial room on level 12 in building 8, last Wednesday morning.

Yarra Valley

Gentle

The rain is gentle
even in the city you can find the sky.
Smile when it helps, cry when it hurts.

Broken hearted again, loving you still.
A past shadowlike underfoot.

I wish you were here,
I'd tell you all about it.

Even in the city the sky can find your face.

The rain is gentle, even in the city you can find the sky.
Smile when it helps, cry when it hurts.
Broken hearted again, loving you still.
Reminded of the past and how it is better left shadowlike underfoot.

I wish you were here,
I want to tell you all about it,
want to ask why you're sorry,
when it's me that did wrong.
why am i so sad,
when were you born?
Because I don't know anything.
It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter.
It really doesn't matter.

I want to walk out of here, I want to be free.
I have to give up to learn this lesson.
Lessons one two and three.
Am I only a student - nothing else defining me?
It's all down to me, they say. Choose, they say.
Just leave it all behind.
Set yourself free.

Lesson one two and three.

"Adversity is like a strong wind.
It tears away from us all but the
things that cannot be torn,
so that we see ourselves
as we really are."
Arthur Golden

Don't let what you are being get in the way of what you might become.
Harry Palmer

We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Sam Keen

Love grows by giving.
The love we give away is the only love we keep.
The only way to retain love is to give it away."
Elbert Hubbard

The way is not in the sky, the way is in the heart.

For the traveler who knows his direction, there is always a favorable wind.
Stuart Avery Gold, ping

"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow
that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."
Kahlil Gibran

"Adversity is like a strong wind.
It tears away from us all but the
things that cannot be torn,
so that we see ourselves
as we really are."
Arthur Golden