Let’s start with Dawn
A calm yellow dawn
A fiery orange sky
Sun & Water
The threatening sky put the yachts in safe harbour
Mornings water reflection
A turbulent afternoons reflection
Setting in for the night
What a wonderful word from Ragtag Daily Prompt Wednesday: Tenebrous
Our prompt for today is “tenebrous”. – Adjective – dark, shadowy, obscure.
Everyone loves a Koala. They are so adorable, cute and ever so cuddly so the marketing tells you. On the weekend a Koala was in the tree in my besties garden. She has a number of trees that Koalas love for their food and a place to sleep. Koalas sleep for around nineteen hours a day!!!
This is the Koala. High in the tree and a bit hard to spot.
A sleepy eye was on me as I walked about beneath the tree.
So you want to cuddle a Koala? Maybe find one who has had a pedicure. Their claws are quite long and sharp. The trees are quite marked with scratches where a Koala ambles up to find a snack or a place to rest for the day.
Here is a bit about Koalas I wrote years ago
The day was a pleasant drive in the countryside with my bestie and her friend. We went to a nearby town, Kyogle, went to the farmers market, bought a raffle ticket from the local Scout group (I didn’t win the produce which was the prize), went to the art gallery, roamed about town dropping into shops and chatting with the people, finally having lunch at a charming cottage restaurant watching the world go by.
On the way home I wanted to get some photos of the dairy cows that were in a paddock close to the road. Across the road were the calves, chickens and general farm animals scattered among the usual farm machinery and stuff that farms tend to accumulate.
On the hill were a couple of horses and this is what unfolded.
It looked like a pleasant greeting. I thought I would try to capture this tender scene between two horses in the same paddock. So sweet as the came together nose to nose.
And then with a flick of the head, a bit of artful maneuvering and the attempt at a playful nip or two.
There seemed to be an air of non-reciprocation and qualm
The subtle moving about and quick motion, the rearing and dust being kicked up hinted that all was not friendly.
Suddenly a quick gallop around the paddock side by side which I thought was letting off steam so all would be well.
I had had enough of this drama in the farm paddock and went back to the gentle dairy cows.
The Ragtag Daily Prompt Wednesday: Happenstance
“it was just happenstance that I happened to be there”
The Ragtag Daily Prompt Tuesday: Guitar
The Yamaha on the left is the acoustic guitar I bought when a slightly out of it girl fell over and onto my guitar at the time snapping the neck and sort of crushing the body, the guitar not her.
The Epiphone is the last guitar I bought from my best mate. His wife told him if he buys a guitar he has to sell one. Lucky me as he gave me his old amp as well.
This is the first guitar I bought with the money I saved when I was around 16. It cost $115.00 It is a copy of a Maton Jazzman made in Japan. I cannot find any information about my Splendor guitar.
On the North Coast of New South Wales stands a monumental mountain which has two names, the aboriginal name, Wollumbin and Mount Warning given that name by Captain Cook in 1770 when he was exploring the coastline of Australia. It is a marker for sailors
“…We now saw the breakers [reefs] again within us which we past at the distance of 1 League [5 km], they lay in the Lat de of 38°..8′ [later changed to 28°..8′] & stretch off East two Leagues [10 km] from a point under which is a small Island. There situation may always be found by the peaked mountain before mentioned which bears SWBW from them this and on this account I have named Mount Warning it lies 7 or 8 Leagues [35-40 km] inland in the latitude of 28°..22” S° the land is high and hilly about it but it is conspicuous enough to be distinguished from everything else. The point off which these shoals lay I have named Point Danger to the northward of it the land which is low trends NWBN but we soon found that it did not keep that direction long before it turned again to the northward.”
For the aboriginal people of the region, the Bundjalung people, Wollumbin is a place of cultural and traditional significance.There are many sacred sites where ceremonies and initiation rites were held. Like Uluru in the Northern Territory, Wollumbin is a sacred place and should not be climbed. There are many interpretations of what Wollumbin and the mountain mean. A common tale is that it means Cloud Catcher as quite often there is cloud surrounding the top of the mountain. Others meanings could be Big Fellow Mountain and the Warrior Chief
Getting photos on a clear day is rare but you also can get the layers of the Australian bush which gives of a blue hue due to the vapours from the Eucalypt trees.
Here on the North Coast of New South Wales there are fires in the hinterland and on the tablelands. With current drought conditions, a lack any rain and very strong westerly winds has rendered the bush so dry that any fires have been started have just raced away burning thousands of hectares of bush land as well as in some instances houses and farms. The fact that anyone would light fires in these conditions infuriates me. My place is so dry and as the droughts grip tightens a natural process for eucalypt trees in to drop their leaves creating another layer of dry material and texture on the already dry forest floor. The strong wind has also blown dust from the west. What I thought were clouds on Saturday morning was a combination of dust and smoke which stung the eyes and you could almost taste the dust in the air. The feature photo is what we awoke to. Normally we can see the hills beyond the last line of trees you can see.
These fires combined with dust blown from the farmlands over the range have created amazing sunsets. On Saturday the early part of the afternoon’s sunset the colours in the smoke and dust was amazing almost psychedelic
The smoke and dust layers colours were just amazing
The intensity of the sunset even coloured the Blue-faced Honeyeater whose underparts are white
Just in case you hadn’t seen a Blue-faced Honeyeaters colours
The sun came from the fires smoke and dust layers
Two Welcome Swallows sat on the power line for a silhouette in the sunset
The sun, behind the fence posts silhouette, is almost down giving the clouds a dark and foreboding look
The fierce fiery intensity of the sun going down gave hope for a less eventful day on Sunday
The August Photo a day Challenge from Maria at CitySonnet for the 29th: Reflections
When life gets you down
head down to the waterhole
A place where life gathers
A place where the day dissolves
Find yourself a rock
even though the water
is diminishing with drought
listen to the bush
Hear the sounds of life
immerse yourself in life
The bush is never quiet
the buzzing of insects
the crunch of leaves
as animals and lizards
The smell of the dry bush
the sounds of plants dying
dropping leaves and branches
The Rains will come
So for now
sit and reflect
your heart will not
be heavy for long
Cry if you want
let the bush
Sit and listen on
the rock by the waterhole.
Here they come
finding a place to be
a small puddle
The Ragtag Tuesday prompt: Web
it is there
You may jump
as she ensnares
she is there
oh do pay attention
She is waiting
Capturing the tiniest details of God’s artistry
Less is not enough.
Everyone Has Something To Teach Us
life through my lens
age is just a (biggish) number
Taking the camera for a walk!!!
Capturing the beauty of God's creation through the lens of a camera
Expressing Thought Through Photography
Reflections on Life through poetry, essays and photos
a painter´s attempt to conquer the great white canvas
Wits End Photography
Creative Exploration in Words and Pictures
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