A pungent sweetness pervades the air this morning as creamy-white blossoms adorn the Melaleucas or ‘paper barks’ near our balcony.
Rainbow Lorikeets chirp and chatter as they breakfast
on the beautiful blossoms.
Happily for photographers, there’s little camouflage
for Rainbow Lorikeets against the long, leathery leaves and
pale, brown branches of the massive, melaleuca.
‘Like water which can clearly mirror the sky and the trees so long as its surface is undisturbed, the mind can only reflect the true image if Self when it is tranquil and wholly relaxed.’ Indra Devi
Some of the best reflections I’ve seen have been over lakes in Canada…
Getting up early is worth it for the spectacular sunrises and quiet reflections…
sometimes spotting a white vapour trail against the clear, blue skies.
A sunny canoe waits patiently at the dock and
the smooth, wooden paddle is ready to dip into the still, cold water.
A lone canoeist lingers and reflects
on miriad memories of his special place…
whilst on an adjoining lake, a turtle reflects
on his special place and ponders, “What’s for lunch?”
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Perspectives at Paronelle Park, North Queensland on a wet, wet day.
It rained ALL day, we used umbrellas ALL day…
and viewed the Grand Staircase
from different perspectives: up and down…
Looking up the stairs…
looking down the stairs
with visitors stepping very carefully…
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Exploring Beaver Lake one summer,
came across a boat, abandoned,
dilapidated, broken, sad,
and firmly tied to a tree trunk.
What is her story?
Wandering in the woods one spring,
a wooden reindeer appeared
when snow dis-appeared.
Tired, abandoned, shabby with peeling paint,
but almost a smile…
What is his story?
And could it be entitled camouflage rather than abandon?
Walking by farmers’ fields one spring,
stumbled upon rusty, old machinery,
tired, neglected, abandoned…
but symmetry and beauty still evident.
Signs of spring all around:
fresh buds, new leaves, green grass.
Abandoned,
beside land that was swallowed up for housing,
the once-useful machine sits forlornly nearby…
What is its story?
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Books, books and more books. These are my treasures…
Hundreds of books.
Thousands of books.
Million and billions and trillions …
as Wanda Gag said of ‘cats’ in Millions of Cats (1928).
A few of my favourite quotes about books…
You cannot open a book without learning something.
ConfuciusMiss a meal if you have to, but don’t miss a book.
Jim RohnI’m writing a book. I’ve got the page numbers done.
Steven Wright
And finally, see other people’s treasures here…
“Tennis anyone?” asks wallaby.
“I wonder who’ll show up for social tennis today?”
“That’s in. My game and set,” said wallaby.
“I win!”
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Ahhh… beginning a new day
and beginning new lives…
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