Skip to main content


Macquarie River, Wellington

I was so interested and excited throughout this trip, looking at places we have visited before from a different vantage point. We have camped by the Macquarie River at Wellington a couple of times so I keenly awaited the railway bridge that I have photographed from the camping ground.

My camera was on automatic focus so it went quite mad trying to focus on something as we whizzed past the iron railings.


  1. ... and so it focussed on the other bridge ;-) I can't count how often that as happend to me :-)
    This looks like a real nice train ride in a wonderful scenery (besides the other bridge ;-)) - I get wanderlust (ha, a German word that is really ancient to my ears) from looking at your train journey photos.

  2. Yes, wanderlust is a good description of what Joan's journeys arouse. I like this "inside" photo, especially with its link to the "outside" photo.

  3. This one is really cool and the scenery looks awesome!

  4. Well, I love it. I'm drawn to this kind of work and I finally learned the word that describes the disorder: decontextualization. I love to transform a known image into something new and different and yet the same and this one fills the bill.

    I mentioned your blog on my post for today.

  5. Martina and Julie, Wanderlust ... a lovely word. This trip has certainly left me wanting to catch another train.

    JM ... if I ever get to catch that train there is even more stupendous scenery to see.

    Paula ... thanks for much for the mention. I agree it is somethings interesting to do something a little different with the images, though to be honest I just took the photo and was pleased with the result rather than planning the result.

    Diane ... it's lovely to have you pop buy again.

  6. I love this image--the focus works well with the composition, with the contrast of the blurriness and sharpness.


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The end

I retire from the workforce this week and to celebrate have decided to retire my current blogs and start afresh with a single consolidated blog - My Bright Field - to record the delights of my new life adventure.
If you are interested follow me over there.  I will still be Sweet Wayfaring and collecting Royal Hotels.  The delights I discover along the way will appear together with my gardens and towns where I live.

Blue Wren

Having finished the circuit at the zoo we settled down for a nice lunch at the cafe. This chirpy little blue wren came close to our table while his brown wife Jenny jumped playfully on the grass. Nesting swallows swooped in an out of the rafters.
Musing:The Blue Wrens and the Butcher Bird by Judith Wright
"Sweet and small the blue wren
whistles to his gentle hen,
"The creek is full, the day is gold,
the tale of love is never told.
Fear not, my love, nor fly away,
for safe, safe in the blackthorn-tree
we shall build our nest today.
Trust to me, oh trust to me."

Cobwebs they gather and dry grass,
greeting each other as they pass
up to the nest and down again,
the blue wren and the brown wren.
They seek and carry far and near,
down the bank and up the hill,
until that crystal note they hear
that strikes them dumb and holds them still.

Great glorious passion of a voice--
sure all that hear it must rejoice.
But in the thorn-bush silent hide
the nest-builders side by side.

Royal Hotel - Ganman

And I wrap up this trip with the Royal Hotel at Ganman.