Is that a Coolibah tree beside the abandoned house? Every Australian knows about Coolibah trees because the bush ballad Waltzing Matilda is nigh on our unoffical national anthem but most of us live nowhere near the inland where they grow. Once a jolly swagman camped by a billabong, Under the shade of a Coolibah tree, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me. Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me, And he sang as he watched and waited till his billy boiled You'll come a Waltzing Matilda with me.
"To muse, to creep, to halt at will, to gaze ... such sweet wayfaring"
William Wordsworth
ooo ... you have been tweaking!
ReplyDeleteI am glad you did not crop the foreground out of your red truck image. I agree about the instant pop-value of red. Works a treat. But not at the expense of rusty metal, old fences and gates.
Looking forward to the focus on gates ...
I think I would have liked to have met and conversed with Emily. Today's verse is a little unusual for her: bordering on the trite. But so well encapsulated ...
ReplyDeleteThe tweaking was more of a happy accident than contrived. The photo was hopelessly over exposed so I was working on trying to fix and accidentally did the 'window' in the photo. When I proceeded to try various crops I found too much of the interest disappeared. When I had the whole photo at the same exposure the truck lost it's presence. So I went back to the accidental version.
ReplyDeleteI agree the Emily poem does seem simplistic for her. I'd be interested to understand at what point in her life she wrote this. When she was young and idealistic or older and understood pain.
ReplyDeleteThe photo is grand, accident or not.
ReplyDeleteThis is one of her poems that I know best. I probably learned it early on in school.
She was a very odd woman and she burned a lot of her work when she was alive. I hate to think what we've missed out on.