As the title says really.  Geese are so experssive.

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

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.

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.

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.