Thursday, January 31, 2008

Gone to the city

It’s hard to imagine that this peaceful spot (the setting for our next wayfaring adventure) is just 15 kms from the centre of the busy city of Sydney.

Photo: Lane Cove River National Park

Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Time to go home

Fish and chips sitting on the sea wall – our farewell feast.

Photo: Pelicans, Kiama


Musing:
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

Walking the line

Photo: Superb Fairy Wren (Malurus cyaneus)

Musing:
From the lyrics of Walk the Line by Johnny Cash
"Mm-mm-mm-mm…
I keep a close watch on this heart of mine.
I keep my eyes wide open all the time.
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds.
Because you’re mine,
I walk the line."

Monday, January 28, 2008

Visitor for lunch

We were enjoying lunch at the Lyrebird Café. Sitting quietly we could hear lyrebirds scratching the undergrowth, the burble of flowing water, the shrill noise of cicadas, crows and parrots calling from the trees. Then silently this visitor joined us. I guess back in the past he would have been the lunch!


Photo: Lizard, Minnamurra rainforest

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Rainforest

Remnants of rich rainforests are in the coastal hinterland. Minnamurra Rainforest, part of Buderroo National Park is a delightful spot to visit where an elevated boardwalk meanders through the trees. Minnamurra is an aboriginal word meaning “plenty of fish”.

Photo: Fern and palm, Minnamurra rainforest

Musing:
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

Haystacks 2

Surprise! I bet you didn’t expect me to get a haystack picture at the beach.

Photo: Hay field, near Gerringong

Monday, January 21, 2008

Surfer

Photo: Kiama

Musing:
From The Surfer by Judith Wright
“He thrust his joy against the weight of the sea;
Climbed through, slid under those long banks of foam”

Sunday, January 20, 2008

Sand between the toes

Photos: Seven Mile Beach, Gerroa

Musing:
From The Shell by Alfred Lord Tennyson
"See what a lovely shell,
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

Beach

Photo: Seven Mile Beach, Gerroa

The silver grey trees on the dunes are banksias. While I have written of banksias quite often in my Blue Mountains Journal, these are a different species, not in flower at present. I learnt something new from the signs at the national park that borders this beach – aboriginal people swished banksia flowers in water to make a sweet drink.

Musing:
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

Flowers of the seaside

Hibiscus is the quintessential flower of places warm, humid and holiday – conjuring up the twang of island music on the sea breeze.

Photo: Hibiscus flower, Gerroa

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Living sea

Photo: Rock pools, Gerringong

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Rock pool

Rockpool is an up market restaurant in Sydney – a gourmet’s delight. This rock pool was even better – a photographer’s delight!


Photo: Rock pools, Gerringong

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Sea birds

The local birds -- we don't see these at home.

Photo: Seagulls, Kiama

Monday, January 14, 2008

An alien land

Photo: Norfolk Island Pine, Kiama

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.

Musing:
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

Busy bees

The Paterson’s Curse is good for something!


Photo: Beehives, near Oberon


Musing:
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

Tidy town


Trimmed lawns, roses growing in profusion by neat fences, dahlias staked and tied. People who smile hello just because you are there. Quiet streets to meander without looking for cars.

I am surprised there is no sign at the gateway to Oberon bragging “Tidy Town Winner”.

Musing:
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

Monet was right

Photo: Hay field on Old Shooters Hill Road, Oberon

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.

Musings:
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

Where wild thyme blows

Photo: Roadside grass, Oberon

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.

Musings:
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

Photo: Farming land, near Oberon.


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

Over the hills and far away

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