Photo: Lane Cove River National Park
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Photo: Pelicans, Kiama
This famous limerick was written in 1910 by Dixon Lanier Marritt, a newspaper editor.
“A wonderful bird is the pelican,
His mouth can hold more than his belly can,
He can hold in his beak,
Enough food for a week!
I'm damned if I know how the hell he can!”
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.
Because you’re mine,
Monday, January 28, 2008
Photo: Lizard, Minnamurra rainforest
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Minnamurra Rainforest has 90 species of ferns (astounding!) from tiny filmy maiden hair fern, to bracken and giant tree ferns. Two thirds of the known species of ferns in NSW are said to grow here.
Friday, January 25, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Small and pure as a pearl,
Lying close to my foot,
Frail, but a work divine,
Made so fairily well
With delicate spire and whorl,
How exquisitely minute,
A miracle of design!
What is it? a learned man
Could give it a clumsy name.
Let him name it who can,
The beauty would be the same."
Saturday, January 19, 2008
From Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold (one of my all time favourite poems)
“Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,
At their return, up the high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in.”
Friday, January 18, 2008
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
We have spent the past several days camping at Gerroa on the South Coast of NSW
The hills are of the greenest green, seas of the bluest blue, sand silver white and the sun warm and golden. But I am ill at ease photographing it – the sea is not in my psyche. How do I capture the spirit of this beautiful place? What can I find in mere moments when I usually visit familiar places to delight in intimate detail? Wayfaring is stretching me.
From On the Sea by John Keats
“Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired,
Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea;
Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude,
Or fed too much with cloying melody, -
Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood
Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs choired!”
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Photo: Beehives, near Oberon
From To Autumn by John Keats
“… to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For Summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells”
P.S. We have been wayfaring in a new place for most of the past week. I’ll start on that story tomorrow.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
I am surprised there is no sign at the gateway to Oberon bragging “Tidy Town Winner”.
From A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns
"O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve's like the melodie
That's sweetly played in tune.
As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry:"
Monday, January 7, 2008
I adore hay fields -- expect to see more of them in this blog. When I said this, my husband quickly quipped that it had already been done.
Monet started his haystacks series of paintings in 1890. For the next thirty years he concentrated almost exclusively on haystacks, poplars, waterlilies, Rouen Cathedral and the Houses of Parliament.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
At the moment the roadside is gloriously sprinkled with flowers -- blue Paterson's Curse, white daisies, yellow paper daisies, and the usual muddle of fluffy grass heads, dandelions, wild herbs and escaped garden plants.
Oberon speaking in "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by William Shakespeare
"I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,
Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine
With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine:
There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;"
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Oberon is king of the fairies on Shakespeare's "A Midsummer Nights Dream". The Oberon we visited on our first wayfaring adventure is a town west of the Blue Mountains and though it's midsummer the weather was very cool. Also this photo taken just a little way out of town is quite fanciful as barns of this style are not at all Australian.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
We went of Bathust for Boxing Day. I love the broad horizons and agricultural land in the flat country beyond mountains. This field is a favourite of mine, taken some time ago. Now there are cattle grazing on lush green pasture.
Photo: On the road to Bathurst