SOME DAYS ARE DIAMOND’S

Beyond apprehensiveness, where I was going was scary.  Well, the place where I wanted to photograph from was, so, when I drove past 9, count them n-i-n-e, police and rescue vehicles with flashing lights I could be excused for taking it as an omen.  Still, it was a few kilometres from where I was aimingContinue reading “SOME DAYS ARE DIAMOND’S”

A LEAP OF FAITH

It’s so refreshing for the mind though, having to find ways where there are none, noting every footfall, testing each fallen branch because some are wont to crumble and feeling the natural softness of a bed of fallen leaves.

“….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!”

It was raining, not hard, but the drizzle was constant.  There’s something about being in the forest when it’s wet.  Drips on the flowers, colours highlighted in the wet, the splash of footsteps, the quiet.  It’s all there, you just have to notice it. I was north of Lawson, hoping to find St. Michaels FallsContinue reading ““….DON’T TELL ME YOUR SURNAME IS SMITH!””

THE DAY THAT SUCKED

12, 13.  I don’t know why we count….actually, yes I do.  It’s because you want to tell people afterwards; boast a little (14, 15) and get some brownie points for being so silly in the first place (16).  Yet there’s nothing glamorous about it, the rise and fall and the probing nature is, in someContinue reading “THE DAY THAT SUCKED”

ON FLANDERS FIELDS

I was born and raised in Teralba, a suburb that still seems apart from the rest of Newcastle.  21 years passed, during which time I would frequently visit my grandmother on my father’s side.  I still recall trips to Newcastle, a big occasion for a young lad, on the 363 bus from Speers Point.  GranContinue reading “ON FLANDERS FIELDS”

PLEASURE WITH LYNN

To be honest, my brain was in a bit of a fog.  For over five weeks we’d seen a plethora of wonders, so much of which was breathtaking, that my mind had ground to a halt. Aware that I had to do something, anything, I concluded that I had to go across the bridge, theContinue reading “PLEASURE WITH LYNN”

ATTAINING NOB HILL

I’d gone at an earlier time to do the great tram ride.  Having learnt the day before that the queue can be blocks long I made an effort to avoid them in order to ride this archaic and uncomfortable method of public transport that was mooted for destruction in 1947 until an ultimately partially-successful “SaveContinue reading “ATTAINING NOB HILL”

DEGREES OF BEING LOST

Tracking through a regular newspaper I get on line I came across this fascinating, and tragic, article.  It started out with details of how a 66 year old experienced female hiker went for a comfort stop whilst walking the famed Appalachian Trail in the U.S.A.  She went about 80 paces off trail as she usuallyContinue reading “DEGREES OF BEING LOST”

A MAN AT IRONBARK

It seems to me a little sad.  In the cities it’s all about the latest American rapper or no-talent people on “reality” shows.  Australian names from the past are largely lost, forgotten and generally neglected.  The work of once literary giants like “Banjo” Paterson have escaped notice.  His accurate descriptions and portrayals of times pastContinue reading “A MAN AT IRONBARK”

IT ROCKS

There was no-one.  In fact, the previous time I’d camped overnight and left early, the golden hour in fact.  The light was exquisite, the temperature cool, the trail enticing and I was alone; but that was decades ago. The ragged rock faces, weathered over millennia, seemed not to have changed as I got into myContinue reading “IT ROCKS”