Anyone who’s been paying attention to this site will know that I’m a pretty big fan of signs and how we use simplistic images to convey powerful messages. This image in particular is one of those examples and just happens to be one of my favourite signs in recent times. Simple, straight to the point.
Warren River National Park.
The Warren River is not so much to look at in early autumn, owing mostly to reduced water flows and the somewhat sluggish nature of the water. That said, framed in lush green foliage, once can only imagine what it’d look like with a brisk winter flow.
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 noseLittle 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 meYou are my life
You are my soul
I’ll protect you
It is my roleLittle 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.
