arriving here I stand awed at rows of violins the smells of timber and rosin and a young grandfather in a cardigan with horsehair on his workbench he handles your cello familiarly and sends us for a walk "the light might be good" he says and we head "to the end of the road" where … Continue reading How it was…
In the morning, after shutting the gate (to keep the chooks in), I turned around to see a handsome king parrot land in a shaft of weak eastern sunlight on one of the bare boughs of our pear tree. He chirruped softly and I chirruped back. He cocked a curious head down at me. I … Continue reading Photo Phrustration
This afternoon we went for a little loop walk in Tidbinbilla - a nearby National Park. The walk we chose was the Lyrebird Trail with a bit of Cascade Trail thrown in for good measure - perhaps as much as 4kms in all. As we stepped out of the car to begin our walk, a … Continue reading Tidbinbilla
May has arrived. I watch the trees light up in their flaming pre-sleep cacophony. Our May pole, in the southern hemisphere, is the downward spiral of unbridled leaves sifting to the wind-skittered piles below. The children do not hold ribbons, but duck and fling, fingers stretched to the sweet blue sky, or scuff noisily through … Continue reading May #TheChangingSeasons
We have some land about 2 hours south of where we live. It seems to be my heart country. I don't know how else to explain the extreme happiness being there brings me, even although I don't remember that happiness when I am away for long periods. It is the land of rolling hills, granite … Continue reading A Day Away
Out of the Cave 