Skip to main content

The view


Here's the view from the Pinnacle lookout.

Comments

  1. FAAABULOUS to see so much green after such a dry summer!!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Red, the end of summer was not at all dry around here.

      Delete
  2. Whenever I look out over a landscape like that from up on high, I wish
    I could spread my wings and soar out over it.
    Have you seen this fellow who zooms around on a motorized paraglider?
    I saw him years ago in a National Geographic magazine and ever since then
    I've dreamt of having a go.
    http://www.nationalgeographic.com/explorers/explorers-take-flight/#/george-steinmetz-paraglider_58065_600x450.jpg

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. No I haven't and I am almost too scared to follow the link ... I don't like the idea of soaring like a bird on a fragile bit of flying equipment.

      I followed the link anyway ... there is no way i'd dream of doing that ... it would be a nightmare.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Coolibah?

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.

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.

Brown streams and soft dim skies

I gave my husband a thick book on the history of Australian Art for Christmas. It documents just how long it took the artists to paint what they actually saw -- at the hands of early artists our wild Australian landscapes looked like rolling green English countryside. Today's photo has "that look" so I have referenced words from the poem describing England. It was Christmas Eve. We were camped by the Tumut River in the Snowy Mountains of NSW. A shady spot planted with exotic trees from the "old world" and with the soft burble of a swiftly flowing stream. Bliss after a hot afternoon drive. But the old world dies slowly, a hot roast for Christmas dinner followed by plum pudding is one of those traditions that just won't die. Knowing we were going to be on the move on Christmas Day we settled for having our traditional hot meal on Christmas Eve this year.