Skip to main content

On and off


At the bigger towns I indulged my new pastime of capturing the essence of the people around me as clusters of people joined and left the train.

We were to discover when we got off the train a few hours later that a chilly mountain morning had given way to a very warm day. I guess this lady soon discarded those elegant woollens and put on her sun hat instead.


  1. She does look elegant and your photo emphasises this. This time of the year is a devil for appropriate dressing. Extensive layering is the only option.

  2. Ah, we're in the same season, how to heat/cool the house at night too.

    The woman looks fully equipped, maybe an old hand at this. Love her knit wear.

  3. And when you move from the mountains to the plains the problem gets even worse ... because there can be 10 degrees difference in temperature anyway without the changeable nature of the season.

    Yep layers of clothing outside and layers of blankets inside seems to be the only answer.


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.

Royal Hotel - Ganman

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

A stark white forest

Actually the poem says "The stark white ring-barked forests, all tragic to the moon" but this white snow gum forest is not ring-barked, nor is it their normal healthy white ... this is the result of the bushfires that swept through the region in 2003. They are reshooting from the base and will recover but it will be a slow process.

At this altitude snow gums grow low and are usually twisted into fantastic shapes. The stuff of many awesome photographs, typically in the snow.
From The Snow Gum by Douglas Stewart
"It is the snow-gum silently,
In noon’s blue and the silvery
Flowering of light on snow.
Performing its slow miracle
Where upon drift and icicle
Perfect lies its shadow."