So I decided to post a watercolour painting I recently did…

…actually, I lie, but, it had you going for a bit, right?  Still waters, Big Brook Arboretum.

If there’s one thing you can be sure of with geese it’s that they have a finely tuned nose for when there is food around or when it is feeding time.  Suffice to say, there is little that will distract them at this time (which is all of the time) unless you happen to come between them and said food, in which case you’re in for a beaking and a hiss.

This lovely lot roam the gardens at Ford House in Bridgetown.

Happy Birthday Karen; may your next year be the best you’ve had, and yet not the best to come.

The many grasses that bind sand dunes together take on a very warm hue, generally, in late afternoon sunlight.  Conversely, in winter, they seem almost morose pinned against a grey sky.

In every moment of our existence, we are in that field of all possibilities where we have access to an infinity of choices.

– Deepak Chopra

Little fingers, tiny toes
Baby scent, button nose

Little baby, growing tall
I will catch you when you fall
You’ll grow up, now wait and see
One day you’ll be as big as me

You are my life
You are my soul
I’ll protect you
It is my role

Little fingers, tiny toes
Baby scent, button nose

– Alyssa Brooks

Happy Birthday little man, I look forward to seeing who you become, from your first tiny steps through the path of life to the mountains you ascend.

After another weekend sojourn resulting in a few days of missing photos, I’ve returned somewhat refreshed.  A more consistent flow of images to come!

Mist whipped up by late after breezes assaults the cliffs to the north of Salmon Beach, in the D’entrecasteaux National Park.