Just a short video of the amount of rain falling down here in Nimbin, NSW.
Not even the birds are out. Not a sound. Apart from the rain cascading down the drive, along the stairs and flooding the road. Not even a sound from the frogs which are usually quite deafening in rainy weather.
The Goolmanghar creek has busted it banks. The roads and bridges are of course totally out of action.
The ski is white. The mountain is shrouded in a thick whitish grey mantle.
Dogs are inert on their pad inside the house and the cat stretched languorasly on the sofa. All oblivious to the torrential rains that are soaking the land in a thunderous fashion
The huge tanks that we use for our drinking water are filling up and overflowing.
Many people are stranded in town unable to reach their destination. It will not be wise to venture on the roads at the moment.
The 2 little bridges down the road are totally impassable and one could be in real strife if that was attempted.
What is the best ting to do right now? Well, I am going back to my book and enjoy this lazy day.
Till next time.
Today was a beautiful day. Sunshine, crisp and real fresh and cool air. Many people dropped in and looked around. Nobody bought anything. Visitors from many continents. But mainly the Euro zone, and given the state of this currency comparing to the Aust.$ the mood is not for spending but for hanging on to your cts as long as possible. That was clearly the mood of the day. Lovely smiles, easy conversations.
I wonder what they saw. Seeing and looking are different state of mind. Seeing implies a deep (how deep I am not sure) of a world that is not necessarily according to you description of the world.
Looking is just glancing with no particular topic in mind. No effort or concentration. No reflection, or in depth of our immediate surrounding. One thing struck me… they all looked. Very few saw the meanings of these painting or collection that was on display. So hard as everyone looks for something that is going to appeal to them. No one person stayed in front of a painting and actually saw what it meant or said. They fleeted by nonchalantly, bored, blaze, aloof. In and out. Been there done that! Oh! yes I have been to Nimbin Artists Gallery, that glorious Sunday. Yes, beautiful. Yes, they had some nice stuff! ANother Sunday spent in a little village in Northern New South Wales where the Hippies from the 70’s still hang around. looking haggard, eyes bleary and much much more.