d r i n k s t e r: YANGARRA: ONE HOUR. TEN SNAPS

“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)

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; November 2, 2016 at 8:11 PM
DRINKSTER said...: Third image from bottom I call Girls Talk. Second one I call Girls Talk Too. You Sylvias know all this.; November 2, 2016 at 8:18 PM
DRINKSTER 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.; November 2, 2016 at 8:47 PM
DRINKSTER said...: They live there in a big crack in the slab ironstone. Everywhere there's a crack, there be redgums.; November 2, 2016 at 8:55 PM
Anonymous said...: HOW COME you never put pictyures of women Whiety; November 2, 2016 at 11:05 PM
Anonymous said...: number 5 from top si the hair biz of summer 16 where do we swim SIZZER; November 2, 2016 at 11:11 PM

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"After enough years newspapermen begin to pall on other newspapermen; they begin to take their good qualities for granted and wince at their shortcomings, of which the most common are a vanity that sometimes borders on the thespian and a sort of perpetual mental adolescence that I think stems from starting a fresh story every day or every week or month and never having time to get to the bottom of anything. They forget that newspapermen as a class have a yearning for truth as involuntary as a hophead’s addiction to junk. The question of whether the junkie really loves hop is academic; he can’t get along without it. A newspaperman may write a lie to hold his job, but he won’t believe it, and the necessity outrages him so that he craves truth all the more thereafter. A few newspapermen lie to get on in the world, but it outrages them, too, and I have never known a dishonest journalist who wasn’t patently an unhappy bastard."

A.J. Liebling,

war correspondent,

New Yorker,

Algiers,

January 1942.

“Ale, especially that made from barley, clogs the sinews, causes headache and congestion of the head, yet it overstimulates the action of the kidneys, and, when drunk to excess, lowers the temperature. That, however, which is brewed from wheat, and is flavoured with mint and parsley, is judged better for everybody. Still, in the case of persons exposed to the sun’s heat, in feverish conditions and sultry weather, its use is inadvisable.”

From The Science Of Dining – A Medieval Treatise on the Hygiene of the Table and the Laws of Health, translated from the Latin by Arthur S. Way D. Lit, MacMillan, 1936. Previous translation The Schoolmaster, 1583. Original text from Mohammed ibn Zakariya al Razi, Arabic medical writer (865-925AD).

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30 October 2016

YANGARRA: ONE HOUR. TEN SNAPS

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