IN THE SUMMER OF ’09

2 Tough and Crazy people get together and consider life through the Oracle of the Foto. They contemplate ambling through the Summertime of ’09. Lizzy’s nose is burned and peeling and her eyes stare white balled from a black face. In Centro at Tweed –  they asked her – So you like sarongs eh ? We have sarongs – and buckles for $2. Mad O’Brian was much affected by the attention to his mother.  Lizzy will include some images of the Mad O’Brians at some stage. In the Meantime – lets Gif Off.

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MAD O’BRIAN – XMAS 2008

“Never cease loving a person, and never give up hope for him, for even the prodigal son who had fallen most low, could still be saved; the bitterest enemy and also he who was your friend could again be your friend; love that has grown cold can kindle”

Soren Kierkegaard (Danish Philosopher and Theologian, 1813-1855)

 

 

A farmer who had a quarrelsome family called his sons and told them to lay a bunch of sticks before him. Then, after laying the sticks parallel to one another and binding them, he challenged his sons, one after one, to pick up the bundle and break it. They all tried, but in vain. Then, untying the bundle, he gave them the sticks to break one by one. This they did with the greatest ease. Then said the father, Thus, my sons, as long as you remain united, you are a match for anything, but differ and separate, and you are undone.
Aesop
620-560 BC, Greek Fabulist

 

A hundred men may make an encampment, but it takes a woman to make a home.
Chinese Proverb

A mere friend will agree with you, but a real friend will argue.
Russian Proverb

 

What do I want to take home from my summer vacation? Time. The wonderful luxury of being at rest. The days when you shut down the mental machinery that keeps life on track and let life simply wander. The days when you stop planning, analyzing, thinking and just are. Summer is my period of grace. — Ellen Goodman

 

Beauty is a primeval phenomenon, which itself never makes its appearance, but the reflection of which is visible in a thousand different utterances of the creative mind, and is as various as nature herself.
Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
1749-1832, German Poet, Dramatist, Novelist

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