I’ve not posted for a while. A nerve in my right arm didn’t take to well to being jabbed by a cannula. So I haven’t been taking photos or writing. Anyhow, here is a draft I had binned but now rescued. Speaking of flying insects, here are some local butterflies. These ones don’t bite or sting people. *Cough* I think I was planning a post … Continue reading Melora so very late on Monday
I got a comment on my over the word limit history post from one of my recent followers that seemed to required some response. She commented; “Enjoyed your post, but hope you won’t give up photos of flowers or windmills.” And who am I to ignore anyone who makes a request. So below is neither a flower nor a windmill although it does have some … Continue reading Sculpted by the wind!
Dear Ida May, I am so glad you like my poem about the Bunyip. And thank you for drawing such a happy and friendly Bunyip for me. Now I won’t ever be frightened again – if I am in the forest. If any of your friends didn’t get to hear the Bunyip poem then they can, by clicking on the word BUNYIP. But the best … Continue reading Bunyips and all the animals.
I wonder what the world would be like if Australia was French and not English. Maybe France would’ve won the hundred year war. But as it happened it didn’t happen. It’s because the currents in the oceans go anticlockwise. At least in the southern hemisphere they do. That means that there is a cold current running up the coast of Western Australia and a warm … Continue reading A little bit of history
When the fires were on many of you asked about the temperature that the forests burned. I did mention at one stage that an old hollow tree could catch fire on the inside and then the trunk would act like a chimney. So here is an old one. Does that give you a bit of an idea? The base is two metres across. I measured … Continue reading Bushfires reprised.
An old cat sitting on a black wall – Leaves blown by a fitful wind – Lights in windows as I pass, And someone, somewhere hurrying out of the night. Deep hands in my pockets, My pipe hissing and spitting for being out so late And one man sitting solitary in the park. Night. Black without being dark. Dark without being cold. And I thought … Continue reading So far away.
Same as yesterday but it rained last night. Continue reading Single Shot #4 +1
Pretty as a wedding veil in Summer. In winter it will be different. Continue reading Single shot #4
A couple of days ago I included a photo of my parents at the base of a windmill they were erecting. This windmill was to pump underground water for the farm animals. I include it again because it is relevant. But I will reduce its size. If you want to look again it was in Going Bush. When Andrew drove me all over the Fens … Continue reading Windmills
The Victorian Transport Accident Commission (TAC) has billboards on most highways. The purpose is to get the road toll down. So I really thought this one was a particularly Aussie approach. Continue reading Don’t ! ! !