Letters leap out at me – whenever I walk, wherever I walk…
Letters from nature are also found on driveways and streets…
Not quite what Cheri spoke of – but fascinating for young children learning letters on their literacy journeys…
Letters leap out at me – whenever I walk, wherever I walk…
Letters from nature are also found on driveways and streets…
Not quite what Cheri spoke of – but fascinating for young children learning letters on their literacy journeys…
A pungent sweetness pervades the air this morning as creamy-white blossoms adorn the Melaleucas or ‘paper barks’ near our balcony.
Rainbow Lorikeets chirp and chatter as they breakfast
on the beautiful blossoms.
Happily for photographers, there’s little camouflage
for Rainbow Lorikeets against the long, leathery leaves and
pale, brown branches of the massive, melaleuca.
Threshold…
Coincidentally, a timely photo challenge: We are on the threshold of experiencing cyclone Ita predicted to cross the far north Queensland coast later today…
High tides and crashing waves at seven this morning.
Now, on the threshold: keep safe, wait and see
how the winds blow and the rains fall …
For more interpretations of ‘threshold’ see here.
‘Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image if Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.’ Indra Devi
Some of the best reflections I’ve seen have been over lakes in Canada…
Getting up early is worth it for the spectacular sunrises and quiet reflections…
sometimes spotting a white vapour trail against the clear, blue skies.
A sunny canoe waits patiently at the dock and
the smooth, wooden paddle is ready to dip into the still, cold water.
A lone canoeist lingers and reflects
on miriad memories of his special place…
whilst on an adjoining lake, a turtle reflects
on his special place and ponders, “What’s for lunch?”
View more interpretations of ‘reflections’ here.
Perspectives at Paronelle Park, North Queensland on a wet, wet day.
It rained ALL day, we used umbrellas ALL day…
and viewed the Grand Staircase
from different perspectives: up and down…
looking down the stairs
with visitors stepping very carefully…
See others’ interpretations of ‘Perspective’ here
Exploring Beaver Lake one summer,
came across a boat, abandoned,
dilapidated, broken, sad,
and firmly tied to a tree trunk.
What is her story?
Wandering in the woods one spring,
a wooden reindeer appeared
when snow dis-appeared.
Tired, abandoned, shabby with peeling paint,
but almost a smile…
What is his story?
And could it be entitled camouflage rather than abandon?
Walking by farmers’ fields one spring,
stumbled upon rusty, old machinery,
tired, neglected, abandoned…
but symmetry and beauty still evident.
Signs of spring all around:
fresh buds, new leaves, green grass.
Abandoned,
beside land that was swallowed up for housing,
the once-useful machine sits forlornly nearby…
What is its story?
See more interpretations of ‘abandon’ here.
Two ‘threes’ photo-stories emerge
from my walk on the beach this morning…
Three terns on the beach
and one is pecking for pipis.
Two terns together on the beach
and one is pecking for pipis.
One tern is on the beach
and he stops pecking for pipis…
when he hears the click of the camera.
Further down the beach
I venture up the lookout.
Flip-flops wait on the deck
as the tide tumbles in…
Read and see more ‘threes’ stories here.