Forty four point three kilometres winding over 3 days through the Blue Mountains. Start from Jenolan and head for Katoomba. The second day is a relentless downhill all day. It’s hard on the knees but to go the other way would be a lot tougher. There are lot’s of echidnas, wallabies and kangaroos. If you are lucky you may even come across a red bellied black snake.
Nature bends to the will of the wind. Beaches extend for as far as the eye can see. Long and white. Pristine and untouched. Boulders groan under their industrial rust. Clouds touch the earth and the sky opens to blue. If you listen close enough you can here both fur and feathers travelling on the relentless breeze…
It’s strange to be in one of the world’s last temperate rainforests and only see dryness. To hear the earth crunching underfoot instead of that soft, slippery suction of mud grabbing boot. Monolithic trees 800 years old tower above creaking and cracking, as if they can sense their impending doom. Unprotected against man, the bulldozers march in without a care. When water starts falling from above, will it be the rain tumbling from the sky, or the tears of nature […]
How wondrous to be alone in the bush. To explore and discover the shadows and lights, the textures and colours. The spikiness of the bushes, the smoothness of the tree trunks. To bid good day to friends on the track and let them go about their daily business. To watch the growth and decay. The dryness and water. The cycle of life.
A lush oasis in the centre of a eucalypt forest. Cool and green and clear. Rosellas sit amongst the trees contemplating the warmth of the suns rays against the cool breeze. Tiny flowers bloom as if to say peek-a-boo. If only for a minute. Green against green against brown against rock. An ancient place to dwell, to ponder.
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A journey across a developing country, a life of old and new. Of landscapes of mist and water. Of greens, blues, yellows and reds. Of smells and sounds, traditions and memories of war. A country blossoming, ready for progress and prosperity.
The Orchid Flower – Sam Hamill Just as I wonder whether it’s going to die, the orchid blossoms and I can’t explain why it moves my heart, why such pleasure comes from one small bud on a long spindly stem, one blood red gold flower, opening at mid-summer, tiny perfect in it’s hour.
Such a wonderland of beaches and cliffs, wildlife and history. The clearest sunrise. Animal tracks in the sand. A juxtapositioning of rugged coastline and countryside. Dirt roads and arthritic buildings. An abundance of birdlife. Albatross flying overhead, circling but never stopping. Seals lazing on rocks. If you are lucky you can see the rare albino wallaby…for me…that will be another trip!