Outside my door. The leaves have started to turn From green to yellow or brown – Some to red. It depends on the tree. Last night the wind blew Cold From the west and outside my door In the corner where the wall turns The leaves had collected In an ugly heap. And in the ugly skeleton of a tall maple Was a … Continue reading The Skeleton
I moved from ten acres with a vegetable garden of ten yards by thirty yards. First I rented in Melbourne on the second level and grew nothing. Then I moved back to Ballarat and rented a ground floor two bedroom unit with a concrete yard. It was quite interesting because somewhere in a distance time-warp the person who laid the concrete put a few holes … Continue reading Sirviving Lackdown – My Garden
Uncle John will be in the hospital for a few more days. However, he wanted me to make sure I still posted something.I am a little bit under the proverbial weather myself, so I am just going to post a few photographs. The afternoon light on the fringes of forests is bewitching. The last of my photos of Blue Spring, New Zealand, which you are … Continue reading Melora on Monday
There is a particular time of year when some of the Rainforest leaves lose their leaves, and they flood the waterways with a striking array of coloured leaves.Depending on where you are in the world you might call it ‘Fall’, but since here in the tropics, the dropping of leaves isn’t followed by ‘Winter’, I’m not quite sure what to call it. Any suggestions? I … Continue reading Melora on Wednesday
Following is a collection of photos from December last year. Continue reading This time last year.
Bush fires are a real part of the Australian experience. For years it was something that affected those who lived on farms and in small country towns. But as the cities expand and people move to beautiful hillsides covered in tall trees and build nice houses with wonderful scenic outlooks then so the experience of more and more people will come to include fire. If … Continue reading Bush Fires
Blue Spring, Putaruru, New Zealand. Hidden in hilly farmland, along many winding dirt roads and at least 30 km from any major city, is Blue Spring, Putaruru. Putaruru in in the centre of the North Island of New Zealand. Continue reading Melora on Monday. 28 Oct
The video. Check this link for part one. I don’t know what frogs these are, but I think they are Pobblebonks. Continue reading Frops part two.
I found it! …………….I found it! ……………………………I found it! She was there again today. Sitting on her perch. The sun hadn’t come around the hillside this morning yet. I sat and waited.She had to move sometime. I had a book so I just sat. Then I gave up. Packed up the camera. Heard the chicks swarking. Turned around and there were two falcons – one … Continue reading The Peregrine’s nest.
It seemed like only yesterday but it could have been a lot longer. Jack wondered whether he was losing touch with a reasonable concept of time. The point was this, here he was sitting down with Didymus and continuing as if no time had elapsed. ‘As I was saying about the deserts. It will be more simple if I start with the southern hemisphere. … Continue reading The Interview – Deserts