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.
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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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!
The Tasmanian mountains exposed and lush with alpine vegetation. Tiny island gardens sit within pools of reflective waters. An easy track up to the peak. Climbing out of the plateau and into the sky. As far as the eye can see undulating mountains and expansive views. The wind blows cool under the blue sky and sunshine. Clouds cast moving shadows across the dense, green surface. Rocks thousands of years old piled high. Air and space hide among the cracks and […]
A lake of tea. Clear and brown. Sandy at the edges. The landscape reflected up and down on the glassy surface. The reeds static in their green grey clumps. Follow the track around it’s circumference. Meandering through trees and ferns. Try to glimpse if you can the water’s edge, hidden beneath the undergrowth.
…We diet on water, On crumbs of shadow, Bland-mannered, asking Little or nothing. So many of us! So many of us! We are shelves, we are Tables, we are meek, We are edible, Nudgers and shovers In spite of ourselves. Our kind multiplies: We shall by morning Inherit the earth. Our foot’s in the door. – Sylvia Plath, Mushrooms