More Ramblings from the Hilltop

By Parker Blyth

A random find has rofound repercussions to an artist in Berlin. An Australian attorney in Washinton walks the line between black and white. Interstate gigs and a good friend for company as we hit the pub circuit for a bash or two from the land of the Queen to Victoria's nightlife. A sad and lonely life has a unique happy ending. An academic meets up with an old lover in Europe and the possibilities of time travel is notout of the question. Day to day life and the colours of love in al its shades and hues. And then a silly poem to top things off about day to day life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Parker Blyth
• Release date: Jan 26, 2024
• ISBN: 9780987199218

Parker Blyth

About the Author. John Beamish (also writing as Parker Blyth) is a self-published author who resides in Flaxton on Queensland's Sunshine Coast hinterland and lives and paints at the Hilltop Gallery. The first novel was Addiction Concerto.  I write under Hamish Beamish and have begun the next novel based on love and Art theft in the last great war (with time travel thrown in for seasoning). I ama member of the Flaxton Writers Group. I paint, play guitar, write poetry, and approach peace of mind by the day, by gardening, feeding the chickens, and writing. My literary influences are varied. From Balzac to Bukowski. I love Stendhal and Proust, Lee Child (James Grant) Dostoyevsky, Nabokov and Hunter S Thompson, cartoons and newspapers, Rory Sutherland and YouTube. Thank You for your time and Kind Regards Parker Blyth/ Hamish BEAMISH/John beamish The man with too many personalities

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More Ramblings from the Hilltop | Collection of random essays and poems from Hilltop Publishing.

More Ramblings from the Hilltop

Collection of random essays and poems from Hilltop Publishing.

MISS ZIEGLER’S REWARD.

She ended the phone call with a short shrill shriek and fell back on the couch in her Westend apartment and wondered just what had happened. What have you done? Really? She shook her head in wonder and giggled like a girl again. Then, after making some tea and eating a small lunch, she began to pack a few things for the drive ahead.

She was so nervous and delighted in one at the anticipation of what lay in store. Within the hour, Basia Ziegler found herself on the autobahn from Berlin to Leipzig. She was enjoying the last fragment of her rapidly vanishing midyear vacation before having to return to the broadsheet newspaper Die Welt, in her capacity as an investigative photojournalist in the capital.

Wittenberg was her destination. To a deceased estate she had found online that was offering, among other bric -a - brac, what was described as Ein  serh alte Kamera. In fact, a very beautiful old camera obscura from the mid Eighteen hundreds by Hermann Vogel, but Basia was unaware of this fact as she watched the flatlands roll under her wheels as she listened to her favourite partitas. In what seemed like no time at all, she entered the small township made famous by Martin Luther some three hundred years before that. The weather had closed in. Again. Grey and getting colder.

Infamous in fact for having a jibe at the Roman Catholic Church and its fraudulent offerings of Indulgences. A practise of giving money to the church so they would then put in a good word to the Lord on your behalf. She skirted the centre of town with its cobblestone plaza and traditional gabled Teutonic houses and hotels presenting on the main square in muted shades of Sunflower and Terracotta and Slate.

A low grey sky hung over the Elbe River valley like a fog. The car heater whispered. Another traditional German July with the following day hot and sunny probably. The gothic overtones of the churches and clock towers caught the photographer’s eye. It was good to be home from endless assignments in conflict zones or covering some natural disaster on the other side of the planet somewhere. She was over it. Reality. It can get in the way of a good life at times. Now all she wanted was to utilize her craft for