#1366 theoldmortuary ponders




From time to time, people tell me, “lighten up, it’s just a dog,”
or “that’s a lot of money for just a dog.”

They don’t understand the distance travelled, the time spent,
or the costs involved for “just a dog.”

Some of my proudest moments have come about with “just a dog.”

Many hours have passed and my only company was “just a dog,”
but I did not once feel slighted.

Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by
“just a dog,” and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch
of “just a dog” gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.

If you, too, think it’s “just a dog,” then you probably understand
phrases like “just a friend,” “just a sunrise,” or “just a promise.”

“Just a dog” brings into my life the very essence of friendship,
trust, and pure unbridled joy.

“Just a dog” brings out the compassion and patience
that make me a better person.

Because of “just a dog” I will rise early, take long walks and look
longingly to the future.

So for me and folks like me, it’s not “just a dog”
but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future,
the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.

“Just a dog” brings out what’s good in me and diverts my thoughts
away from myself and the worries of the day.

I hope that someday they can understand that its’ not “just a dog”
but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being
“just a man” or “just a woman.”

So the next time you hear the phrase “just a dog,”
just smile, because they “just don’t understand.”

~Unknown Author~

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Hugo 2012-2025.

Hugo died suddenly, one day after we returned from our holiday. His last enthusiastic greeting had broken his heart. Heart Failure caused by a sudden rush of love to his heart.

Our world will not be the same without him.

#1363 theoldmortuary ponders.

Holidays, like all good things must come to an end. It is a bummer.

This bum was in our last coffee shop stop in Hong Kong. Kaktus Koffee in Sheung Wang.

The last coffee of our holiday and the last in Hong Kong it may have been, but I had my first taste of a cloud coffee.

My photo opportunities.

And of course I also took a photo of the beautiful floor.

My normal coffee of choice is a simple two shot, short black. However travel is a great way to open the mind. Giddiness in all things is permitted beyond the confines of the day to day.

Coffee giddiness went to some crazy places. Lemon Coffee. Burnt and Salted popcorn coffee, Cloud coffee. My coffee infidelity was rampant. There are others that have currently slipped my mind. Probably because it has become so delightfully open.

December and our travels in Asia and Australia have been punctuated by coffee stops. My winter blogs will be peppered with holiday anecdotes and sunshine photos during January, but the rest of December will be all about Christmas trees in sunny places.

Normal blogging but with a sunshine twist. X

#1361 theoldmortuary ponders

24 hours in Hong Kong.

This time yesterday we were taking a tea and wee break in Hong Kong Airport. Sitting below a pink festive waterfall. Which inspired me to catch the pink dawn this morning .

Moment 01 in Hong Kong

I am not sure pale pink is a colour I normally associate with Hong Kong or Christmas but both worked for quiet contemplation before the hurly- burly, vivid carnival that is family life in Hong Kong.

Let it begin.

#1360 theoldmortuary ponders

24 hours in Hong Kong.

This time yesterday we were taking a tea and wee break in Hong Kong Airport. Sitting below a pink festive waterfall. Which inspired me to catch the pink dawn this morning .

Moment 01 in Hong Kong

I am not sure pale pink is a colour I normally associate with Hong Kong or Christmas but both worked for quiet contemplation before the hurly- burly, vivid carnival that is family life in Hong Kong.

Let it begin.

#1358 theoldmortuary ponders.

Ross Jones Rockpool

What’s your favorite cartoon?

A somewhat self-indulgent blog. I like to create poster art out of my photographs. I am currently one week into my first visit to Australia. All the glorious things I have seen or the gorgeous people I have had the pleasure of meeting have made this a memorable week. I know that future visits will never quite put my creative head in the same spin as this week’s first impression. This cartoon captures some of my swirling thoughts. Vivid colours. Expansive seas. First Nations art, whilst remaining respectful and without misappropriation. Awe. The first scintilla of a love affair with a new to me country.

#1357 theoldmortuary ponders.

Leucospermum

Australia gives great texture, there is texture in every direction. The nooks and crannies of life illuminated by  bright sunlight that casts light and penetrates, making  the shadows deeper and more intriguing. The brights more vivid and yet evanescent if cloud or shade passes

Succulents
Cotyledon Undulata

The way a different light distills imagery is endlessly fascinating and challenging. Making me plan new projects and considering different ways of exploring new subjects and old favourites.

#1356 theoldmortuary ponders

What could you do less of?

What should or could I do less of? I have no idea.

Less is definitely more artistically, but as a lifestyle ethos I fear I would struggle to give up anything for very long. Even giving up chores or dull tasks might change life in a way that might not be comfortable. Floating imperceptibly from one Status Quo to the next suits me very well. Allowing life to dictate a path often works better than  a rigid personal doctrine.

Plans have their place but serendipity  often brings more enlightenment.

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Slightly grotty weather and a desire for coffee drove us to an Artist Collective.

The Studio & Co. https://share.google/obOxuu9TDGIFxFUOR

The most delicious place to dodge the rain and be inspired to do more, not less.

My pondering head is ablaze currently, so much new inspiration, so much of everything in a new continent. Now is just not the time to be thinking of doing less of anything.

Even the trees in rain, spark a little twinkle in my soul.

Now is not the time for less.

#1355 theoldmortuary ponders.

Sydney Opera House.

What lies beneath…

What lies above…Well all cameras lie. Sydney Opera House is not white at all. Slightly cream tiles reflect the sun and cameras somehow translate that as white. Whatever colour it is the effect is both jaw dropping and magnificent.

What lies beneath, very much beneath is gorgeously, gloriously rusty and we all know how much I love rust so here it is. Not so jaw dropping but all great architecture requires firm underpinnings.

#1354 theoldmortuary ponders.

Bruce Steer Bermagui Tidal Pool

There is nothing quite like a road trip in a new country to promote pondering to the extreme. But just as in normal life,regular swimming in the sea quietens and distills loud and chaotic pondering. Swimming in foreign parts galvanises some very simple thoughts of how privileged/lucky/fortunate I am to be in this place at this moment, loving the ones I am with.

I am hopeless at remembering the correct lyrics in any song and often hopeless at decoding the sentiments expressed by lyrics.

13 year old me thought this was about making the best of any situation. My more hedonistic school friends thought it was all about a future giddiness that was opening up for  infidelity and wild living.

I do rather like to make the best of any situation. It is not always a virtue and definitely annoys people, but my misunderstanding of these lyrics has kept my glass half full for a long while now.  I would say it is half full for about 95%. The 5% of half empty keeps things real

Anyway the sea pools of Australia are fabulous and I am immune to the slight chill of Spring because my last swim at home was 10 degrees.

Googling Love the One you are With created an excellent AI  precis.

Now as any well tuned woman knows AI is about as accurate as mansplaining . However as my earliest interpretation is highlighted in blue I will take this as a rare moment of AI accuracy.

For certain these are the good times, thank you for the earworm Stephen Stills.

An earworm that accompanied me on an early morning naked swim or bob.

With an unusual  companion. Meet Fay…

#1353 theoldmortuary ponders

Tidal pool gold at Bermagui tonight  after two pilgrimages to pools that were under refurbishment. A man-made wall and a shark net creates the enclosure but fish are happy to swim with us while we bobbed.

The word we might have used for this swimming spot would be sublime. But we had already had a sublime morning experience at Sublime Point lookout.

Two superlatives in one day seems a little greedy, but that is the way of our days currently. One superlative after another.

Sublime View

So far a trip of many superlatives. I will have to backtrack quite a bit in future blogs because each little moment of surprise and awe needs pondering on. And quite honestly pondering and reflecting on this trip might take forever.