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Water Interlude -- Light at play


Chifley Dam is the water reservoir for the city of Bathurst and is currently sitting at 77.6%. They had plenty of water right throughout the drought.

It was a shock during the big dry to visit Bathurst and see sprinklers watering green lawns. It was like going back into a world of bad behaviour that we thought had gone forever. For Sydneysiders the restrictions have recently been lifted and we can now water any day of the week early in the morning or late in the afternoon but only with trigger hoses. But no sprinkling lawns, probably forever.

Musing:
From The Prelude Book 1 by William Wordsworth
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul that art the eternity of thought!
That giv'st to forms and images a breath
And everlasting motion! not in vain,
By day or star-light thus from my first dawn
Of Childhood didst Thou intertwine for me
The passions that build up our human Soul,
Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man,
But with high objects, with enduring things,
With life and nature, purifying thus
The elements of feeling and of thought,
And sanctifying, by such discipline,
Both pain and fear, until we recognize
A grandeur in the beatings of the heart.

Nor was this fellowship vouchsaf'd to me
With stinted kindness. In November days,
When vapours, rolling down the valleys, made
A lonely scene more lonesome; among woods
At noon, and 'mid the calm of summer nights,
When, by the margin of the trembling Lake,
Beneath the gloomy hills I homeward went
In solitude, such intercourse was mine;
'Twas mine among the fields both day and night,
And by the waters all the summer long.

Comments

  1. I really like the subdued light in this and the different shades of grey. Very English.

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  2. As Wordsworth bangs on, recognising different forms of beauty is crucial, isn't it?

    Bleak is always beautiful to a melancolic heart ...

    I do hope that sprinkling of lawns is gone forever: I worry about politicians seeking quick popularity, though! Whoever chosen the location for Bathurst was very wise.

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  3. oh it feels smooth and silver ~lovely!

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  4. Wow! This is awesome! I guess it was the perfect timing to take this shot. Wonderful indeed!

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