Sunday, August 02, 2009

Lake Parramatta - Last day of July, 09


It's winter, but tell that to the honeyeaters who think it's spring. I guess that's a very unscientific statement. Okay, they were feeding, chasing and telling everyone THIS IS OUR PATCH - piss off. At NWG Inc we are in Haiku producing mode - and so I decided to get busy with the images on the bush tracks but I failed to capture the honeyeaters' vim:
Walking around the lake/ hear the honeyeaters sing/ do not linger here...
so I wrote a sleepy one
Branch over water/ two little cormorants doze/ full of live breakfast...

Monday, April 27, 2009

Fairy Toadstools - April 09

Bruce took this photo (at my insistence:) near the Cassins hangout up the Blue Mountains. I thought they were artistic flights of fancy - but no - they're real. Not trying to cook one though.

Monday, March 02, 2009

Home Beauty - South Coast


The cattle are just beginning to notice us, but can't tell the difference between gawkers and farmers with hay. We were kind of glad there was a fence because within seconds of the first picture being taken the herd was trotting quite quickly in our direction...
Feeling guilty we drove off.



Saturday, December 20, 2008

Okay, so I'm no photographer! But this beautifully marked little beastie captivated me. At a Ballina roadstop on the way home from Brisbane - same one where Bruce took a picture of an ibis at take-off in 2005.

Monday, August 25, 2008

My Mum (right) and my aunt Gwen on horseback up in the timber country Murrindindi, Victoria. They are both gone now, but soon many of us are visiting their remaining siblings (the youngest Jacksons born to Evelyn and Harry) James and Margaret, both living in Qld. Should be a merry old time. Thanks to Gwen's son, my cousin Peter for this photo.

Monday, July 07, 2008

Lake Parramatta on a grey day

This place deserves a better photographer then me - Fida Haq for instance - but I'll return for another go.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Snowy Mountains

No botanist, I can't identify anything in this intriguing tangle of low grasses on the site of an old gold-mining town (Kiandra) in the Snowy Mountains. Rolling, deserted, grassy hills, great places for skylarks and pipits. Deep set stream running nearby.