Toogoom, where I spent a lot of my last week and a bit, is still a sleepy little coastal hamlet where dropping a line is the highest priority. That said, the every encroaching ‘seachange’ is but a housing estate away.
time, all the long red lines
that take control
of all the smokelike streams
that flow into your dreams
that big blue open sea
that can’t be crossed
that can’t be climbed
just born between
oh the two white lines
distant gods and faded signs
of all those blinking lites
you had to pick the one tonite
holes, dug by little moles
angry jealous spies
got telephones for eyes
come to you as friends
all those endless ends
that can’t be tied
oh they make me laugh
and always make me cry
’til they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones
of all the stones I throw
how does that old song go
how does that old song go
bands, those funny little plans
that never work quite right
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.
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.
Mist whipped up by late after breezes assaults the cliffs to the north of Salmon Beach, in the D’entrecasteaux National Park.
One of the most striking features of Salmon Beach were the large cliffs right up the water’s edge. The feeling of being somewhat hemmed in was actually quite comforting, as though one was sheltered from the world; just you and a beach.
Salmon Beach was one of our first stops ‘down south’ after earlier arriving in Bridgetown. It’s part of the D’entrecasteaux National Park which stretches along the song coast around Windy Harbour. It would have to be one of the most picturesque beaches I’ve seen in my life. More photos of it over the next few days.
I’ve been on a very relaxing sojourn down south the last three days hence the lack of photos. The good news though is that three days exploring the wonders of Pemberton, Manjimup and Bridgetown means I’m armed with quite a few images which I’ll start posting from tomorrow.
Crisp in name and nature. Gorgeous crepuscular rays soar majestically above the rain clouds surrounding the sunset at North Beach.
