“Sod the wine, I want to suck on the writing. This man White is an instinctive writer, bloody rare to find one who actually pulls it off, as in still gets a meaning across with concision. Sharp arbitrage of speed and risk, closest thing I can think of to Cicero’s ‘motus continuum animi.’

Probably takes a drink or two to connect like that: he literally paints his senses on the page.”


DBC Pierre (Vernon God Little, Ludmila’s Broken English, Lights Out In Wonderland ... Winner: Booker prize; Whitbread prize; Bollinger Wodehouse Everyman prize; James Joyce Award from the Literary & Historical Society of University College Dublin)


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30 October 2016

YANGARRA: ONE HOUR. TEN SNAPS
















I took these snaps between 4:30 and 5:30 this afternoon on Yangarra Estate Vineyard, McLaren Vale, South Australia ... the weather rolls in real quick and violent this spring



6 comments:

sylvia said...

those tree women are dancing across that water

Philip White said...

Third image from bottom I call Girls Talk. Second one I call Girls Talk Too. You Sylvias know all this.

Philip White said...

I like the lasses in the coppice at the bottom. I'm sure they're women. Six magpies live in them. And many other things. When the really bad storms came a month back, I watched them through my kitchen window, amazed that they could flex so. Huge trees bending way over is a humbling enough thing to see. Then they spring right back up and do the dance again.

Philip White said...

They live there in a big crack in the slab ironstone. Everywhere there's a crack, there be redgums.

Anonymous said...

HOW COME you never put pictyures of women Whiety

Anonymous said...

number 5 from top si the hair biz of summer 16 where do we swim SIZZER