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...waiting to meet you half way
From a February hike, looking down a water pipeline into my town.
Texture courtesy of Skeletal Mess.
... throw some light on it, perhaps you will find a way to make a change.
The town I live in has only been around since the '60s and was considered temporary when it was built. So there are not many 'old' things about. It's cool to come across something with experience especially when there's mystery around why it was built in the first place.
With apologies to whoever polluted my brain with that painful song...opps apologies again - and to anyone who might actually really like it...
It felt like summer yesterday. It smelled like summer in the forest. Sap is running, Wintergreen leaves are stretching and shining. Trickles of water are pushing the last of the snow from the ravine bottoms. The sun was baking last year's leaves on the forest floor releasing scent and sound underfoot like rythmic distress signals.
And precipitation just can't seem to climb the hill. It flows around us to the north and south like a river divided. The forest fires have begun.
I took this a couple of weeks ago tooking northeast from the summit of Highway 33 just above my town. 1210 metres or 4000 ft. The highest point between the Rockies and Appalachian ranges.
Photo by DMJ all rights reserved.
This is one of a huge flock of Little and Long-billed Corellas that was working over the rooftop. Having taken all the rubber from under the bolts, they began to attempt to leverage them out.
Been so busy I almost forgot that today was the day for my "12 Months of the Same Image" picture. Luckily my husband remembered. He's doing the series too, on his phone but not posting it anywhere. He just likes the idea of seeing the change as I do.
This was the view behind me at Towan Plains Conservation Reserve (See previous post).
The grapefruit moon illuminated the dusky sky, so close yet so far.
I took two images, one of the landscape and the other of the moon with my Tamron to combine them in the single image.
It is how it was.
Hooded Robin, Melanodryas cucullata
Male at work feeding his growing brood. Its hard to believe in this windswept sandy soil that he could find a morsel. Yet the area supports such a variety of bush birds.
...the snow on the fence and the sun.
Day off today. Lots I could (should) be doing for work anyway, but I'm going to Flickr for a while instead. Because I want to.
Happy Fence Friday!
My son taught me this word. It is from the Inuit and science has adopted it in the important study of the arctic and climate study, especially with regard to the wildlife. Qámaniq (or qamaniq ka-ma-neek') is used to describe bare ground where snow does not accumulate, providing important shelter and access to food for the animals. I can't find a good open internet source, but here is a quote from a 1956 thesis entitled "Observations on the Bioclimate of Some Taiga Mammals" by William O. Pruitt Jr. that describes the title's connection to my photo.
"The temperature regime of the forest floor under the snow is very stable
in time but not in space. Because of the protection afforded by the trees,
the snow cover is not uniform in depth but is interrupted by bowl-shaped
depressions about the base of each tree. In the language of the Kobuk
Valley Eskimo these depressions are known as “qámaniq.” Here the snow
depth varies from scant at the tree base, slowly increasing towards the
branch tips and suddenly increasing at the edge of the “snow shadow.’’ The
temperature regime varies from cold and fluctuating at the tree base to
warm and stable beyond the edge of the qámaniq."
A new blog post (I'm not a very regular blogger) - January's Downs and Ups
Majestic River Red Gums at Hattah Lake, Hattah-Kulkyne National Park i
The reduced frequency and duration of floods in the River Murray has degraded the water-dependent vegetation communities across the Hattah Lakes, which has in turn reduced the diversity and abundance of animals that rely on healthy vegetation for habitat. A program of environmental watering is in place to ensure the integrity of the ecosystem is sustained. One of the aims of this is to improve the health of the majestic River Red Gums that require frequent flooding to survive.
The flooding of the Lake meant we couldn't access alot of the park but allowed us to view the Gums in their prime and enjoy the abundance of birds and animals including a giant Murray Cod that leapt out of the water!
I am back from my lovely week away in Northern Victoria.
This was taken on my first evening away. A quick dash out to try to find somewhere to photograph sunset when I noticed the sky change colour. Saw this lovely farm gate, open, so figured it was an invitation to photograph the fast disappearing sunset!
Hope everyone is doing fine and I will try to catch up with you all soon!
Thurwoods of Swan Hill Stunning Cabover KW heads Into Melbourne in 2011
The salt pan around Lake Tyrrell was beautiful in it's starkness and simplicity.
He asked me why this day in particular was chosen to begin the New Year. All I could answer, with historical scientific mumbo-jumbo causing misfirings in my brain, was 'I don't know.'
But why January? Why not September or October, when summer ends and you feel yourself buckling down for the long winter ahead? Or at the June solstice, when you can celebrate having survived to feel the sun at is most loving and watch new growth again stretch out its arms to the sky?
Why January? There is no change. Today feels so much like yesterday. It's too soon, or too late, to celebrate.
Flicker x 100 2017 challenge. 21/100 Theme- Bob Dylan songs Mr Tambourine Man
When I was younger, I used to skip over this song, annoyed by the whiney refrain. However, listening to it later on, I realised how absolutely exquisite the lyrics are. Pure poetry and probably one of the earliest examples of lyrical poetry played on the radio in song style.
It was released on Dylan's Bringing It All Back Home in 1965, although first recorded for the Another Side of Bob Dylan session but not released on that album as Dylan didn't think the band did it justice. As with many of Dylan's songs, it was made famous by someone else, in this case the Byrds later in 1965 and it was the only song Dylan wrote that went to No 1 in America. Even William Shattner has had a go at this song!
It is an exquisitely whimsical piece, apparently written on a road trip to New York where the enjoyment of marijuana was frequent and most likely heightened the senses so beautifully expressed in this song..
"And take me disappearing through the smoke rings of my mind
Down the foggy ruins of time
Far past the frozen leaves
The haunted, frightened trees
Out to the windy beach
Far from the twisted reach
Of crazy sorrow"
My favourite line from this song which I have tried to create with this image is
"Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free
Silhouetted by the sea
Circled by the circus sands
With all memory and fate
Driven deep beneath the waves
Let me forget about today
I had this type of image in mind from the early stages of my Dylan project but hadn't been able to find the right place. It wasn't till my recent trip to Lake Tyrrell, that I thought I might have the opportunity. A salt lake where the reflections of the sky are mirrored in the water. The sunset was lovely. As it was a full moon, I could not get the starry sky I wanted so have added a diamond sky myself.
Hope I have done it justice!
My favourite shot of all time, taken in the old days with real film. It was taken on the Darling River near Wentworth on a Canon EOS500.
Any time I think to post a fence pic for Fence Friday I pull up the tag and see this one. I've been looking at it for 2 1/2 years and just couldn't seem to delete it. So this time I decided I had to make it into something I could post or get rid of it. I didn't feel I had time to do layers in Photoshop, which I'm still just learning, so I messed with it big-time in Lightroom to give it a painted/textured feel with grain, luminance smoothing, sharpening and everything else I could find to play with and here it is. Finally.
So happy Fence Friday everybody.
Put 500 kms on my car and even had time to stop here and there and shoot and me without my Nikon! Finally got an estimate though and only 2 to 3 more weeks....
The greens are coming - down the hill from here anyway, and the deer are everywhere, munching the shoots in the ditches. Poor little muleys - their ears are like flags and they just can't hide.
Sunday afternoon Melbourne bound passenger train leaving Swan Hill.
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These Gates were originally situated at the entrance to the Swan Hill Hospital. They now form the entrance to the Rose Garden in the Pioneer Settlement.
Noisy Miner, Manorina melanocephala
Sitting in the late evening sunshine, it was preening and harassing dogs on leashes as they were walked by.
Nothing ever seems too much of a challenge for their aggressive attitude.
Hooded Robin, Melanodryas cucullata
There are at least two from this clutch, and they played some flying games through the trees near where I sat. They both dropped on to log for a rest, and then for the first time all day, the sun peeked through the rain sodden clouds and a tiny shaft hit this bird for a brief moment.