Coincidentally, a timely photo challenge: We are on the threshold of experiencing cyclone Ita predicted to cross the far north Queensland coast later today…
High tides and crashing waves at seven this morning.
Now, on the threshold: keep safe, wait and see
how the winds blow and the rains fall …
For more interpretations of ‘threshold’ see here.
A duck family goes for an early morning swim on the lake.
A Canadian geese family goes for lunch and a swim in the lagoon.
And in the afternoon, a mother starling
feeds her hungry family in their nest in a tree!
Different families. Different times of day. But love and caring in all the families…
See here for more interpretations of ‘Family’.
Saturday, June 1st: A Canada Goose sits on her eggs
on a thin, log ‘island’ in the river.
How long has she been there?
… through wind and rain and ‘a terrible storm’.
Friday, June 7th: Mr. Gander stands on guard whilst Mrs. Goose sits …
and sits and sits and sits…
just like Horton, in Dr Suess’ Horton the Elephant.
Monday, June 10th: Good grief! Mrs. Goose has gone…
Where are the geese and their goslings?
I hope they are safe…
One egg is left.
Is it The Ugly Duckling?
Will she be shunned by her brothers and sisters?
Will she become a beautiful swan?
Horton Hatches the Egg, Dr Suess, 1962, London: Collins Clear-Type Press
The Ugly Duckling, Fairy Tale, Hans Christian Andersen, Denmark. First published, Nov 11th, 1843
In different locations, the sign says it all…
Three girls suggested this sign and
wrote their names beneath the precise instruction
Are the pictures enough or are the words necessary?
After the rain,
the dandelions’ delicate ‘fluff’ disappears
leaving a definite structure to admire…
My great escape is…
a morning walk on a freshly washed beach
to see a sea of blue
or a slow saunter in the woods
to see a sea of green…
and with camera in hand
there are always surprises.
A sunny morning walk from a pond at the edge of a woods… across a gravel road… towards a lake, reveals spring contrasts and camouflage…
My dark, shiny shell contrasts with the grey/white gravel.
A tulip stands alone, in new,
green growth on the forest floor.
Bright, yellow daffodils dazzle midst old, brown cattails.
Green and white trilliums make a spectacular ground
cover in contrast to the brown earth and rotting leaves.
A motionless green and brown Leopard Frog is cleverly camouflaged
against old, beige grass of winter and new, green grass of spring .
I bask in warm, morning sun on an old, black tyre by a dock.
I stretch my neck as far as I can above the surface to see
if another Midland Painted turtle is nearby in the lake.
On an early morning walk, we come across a lone heron browsing for breakfast.
Slowly, silently slinking… searching for a bite to eat.
Warily walking and watching the water he sees…
… something of interest and
quietly enters the water.
His beak deftly pierces the water and comes up with something
for breakfast – but we couldn’t see the tasty morsel.
The lone heron browses until he is startled by a
walker’s ‘shoes on stones’ sound and he gracefully flies off.
Breakfast is over for the moment …