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APRIL 4 2013 : The pearly dew of the dawning clung to each giant limb, Till the sun came up from ocean, red with the cold sea mist.

James Lister Cuthbertson (1851 – 1910, written in 1880)

http://www.fishica.com.au/steps/sunrise/

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“Life Gits Tee-jus, Don’t It” Hank Williams Jr.
(A musician’s woes)

The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
Hands on the clock keep goin’ round.
I just get up and it’s time to lay down,
Life gits teejus don’t it?

http://www.thesession.org/discussions/display/12531/comments

foto – sunrise at raleigh april 2010

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JANUARY 14 2012 : “They both savoured the strange warm glow of being much more ignorant than ordinary people, who were only ignorant of ordinary things.” Discworld scientists at work (Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites)

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"While I’m still confused and uncertain, it’s on a much higher plane, d’you see, and at least I know I’m bewildered about the really fundamental and important facts of the universe." Treatle nodded. "I hadn’t looked at it like that," he said, "But you’re absolutely right. He’s really pushed back the boundaries of ignorance."

Discworld scientists at work (Terry Pratchett, Equal Rites)
 

http://www.au.lspace.org/books/pqf/equal-rites.html

OCTOBER 29 2011 : "A wise man shines, a fool would outshine "

Proverb lore

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SUN The South Australian Advertiser (Adelaide, SA  1858 - 1889), Thursday 14 October 1858,

The South Australian Advertiser (Adelaide, SA : 1858 – 1889), Thursday 14 October 1858

http://nla.gov.au/nla.news-article784332

TO AUSTRALIA’S DISCONTENTED.

Look up ! look up ! the sun is bright.

The earth is fresh and green ;

The beauty of a thousand flowers

May everywhere be seen.

We may have left a fairer land.

And flowers of softer hue ;

But wherefore close our eyes to these,

Are they not lovely too ?

To hearts in melody attuned.

All scenes, all lands are fair ;

Bright loveliness on every Bide,

And music everywhere !

The sunshine on the window-pane.

The rosebud on the stem ;

The murmur of the rushing creek

Are notes of joy to them ! – – – –

Ah ! sit not down with folded hands.

Ah ! dash away the tear ;

Waste not your strength in vain lament.

Be  up and doing  here 

Take what the bounty of your God

So richly here has spread.

And learn a lesson from the flowers

On which you daily tread.

Mount Barker. MAUD

MAY 10 2011 : The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us,the less taste we shall have for destruction. Rachel Carson.

http://quotes.prolix.nu/Nature/

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The Spider by the Gwydir

By the sluggish river Gwydir lived a hungry red-backed spider,
Who was just about as wicked as could be;
An’ the place that he was camped in was an empty Jones’s jam tin
In a paddock near the showgrounds, at Moree.
Near him lay a shearer snoozin’, he had been on beer an’ boozin’
All through the night and all the previous day;
An’ the rookin’ of the rookers an’ the noise of showground spruikers
Failed to wake him from the trance in which he lay.
Then a crafty-lookin’ spieler with a dainty little Sheila
Came along, collectin’ wood to make a fire.
Said the spieler, "He’s a boozer, an’ he’s goin’ to be a loser;
If he isn’t you can christen me a liar."
"Hustle round and keep nit, honey, while I fan the mug for money
And we’ll have some luxuries for tea."
But she answered, "Don’t be silly; you go back and boil the billy,
You can safely leave the mug to little me."
So she circled ever nearer till she reached the dopey shearer
With his pockets bulgin’, fast asleep and snug;
But she didn’t see the spider that was ringin’ close beside her
For her mind was on the money an’ the mug.
The spider sighted dinner. He’d been daily growin’ thinner;
He’d ben fastin’ an’ was hollow as an urn.
As she eyed the bulgin’ pocket, he just darted like a rocket
An’ bit the spielers Sheila on the stern).
Then the Sheila started squealin’ an’ her clothes she was unpeelin’,
To hear her yells would make you feel forlorn.
One hand the bite was pressin’ while the other was undressin’
An’ she reached the camp the same as she was born.
Then the shearer, pale an’ haggard, woke, an’ back to town he staggered
Where he caught the train an’ gave the booze a rest;
An’ he’ll never know the spider that was camped beside the Gwydir
Had saved him sixty smackers of the best.
Anonymous

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http://www.abc.net.au/overnights/gone/default.htm

FOTO – ARMIDALE SUNRISE.  MAY 2006.

JANUARY 22 2011 : At the edge of the water comes rock Formations…. Big bold strong, jagged .. I used to be like that… Now I wander.. Wondering how I wandered so far from home.

G. Principe

http://www.creative-women.com/sunlover36/sunlvr4.html

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I don’t understand these people anymore, that travel the commuter-trains to their dormitory towns. These people that call themselves human, but, by a pressure they do not feel, are forced to do their work like ants. With what do they fill their time when they are free of work on their silly little Sundays?
I am very fortunate in my profession. I feel like a farmer, with the airstrips as my fields. Those that have once tasted this kind of fare will not forget it ever. Not so, my friends? It is not a question of living dangerously. That formula is too arrogant, too presumptuous. I don’t care much for bull-fighters. It’s not the danger I love. I know what I love. It is life itself.

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, ‘Wind, Sand, and Stars,‘ 1939

http://www.flyaboveall.com/whyfly/

BENJAMIN POMROY 1980

foto – sunrise in raleigh 2010

NOVEMBER 27 2010 :Faith is a bird that feels dawn breaking and sings while it is still dark. Scandinavian.

http://www.sayingsnquotes.com/quotations-by-subject/faith-quotes-and-sayings/

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Now, all aboard, my sonnies, for the time is slipping past,
We’ve got to make ten miles before the dawn,
Our team’s a spankin’ good ‘un, but they’ve never gone so fast
As they must to make the pace this blessed morn!

R. Allen (“Guy Eden”), THE BRAIDWOOD COACH.

http://mailstar.net/bush-poems.html

foto – sunrise at workers’ cottage raleigh nsw