Who would have believed that the subject of what constitutes a silhouette would have caused such debate in our household? Views differed greatly, but hopefully I’ve selected a few photos that fit the Silhouettes topic for this week’s Lens-Artists Photo Challenge. Read more
August — lives in the moment, not for all time. And for holidays. Read more
Welcome to Canberra, ladies and gentlemen — the national capital of Australia, where the federal parliament convenes when it feels like it and policy is made on the hop in the rabbit warrens corridors of power. It is also home to many rabbits. Read more
Rakali (Hydromys chrysogaster) — not your average rodent.
Super soft and waterproof.
Golden belly water rat twitches
his whiskers and preens.
Rakali, top predator of the lake. Read more
July — Winter. Fade to red.
I am the first to admit that July almost always represents the winter of my soul (not discontent; that would be going too far). At this time of year my mind tends to dwell on the negative and by some unconscious impulse, I dress in mourning. This year my existential July crisis has been exacerbated by some serious hypoglycemia incidents that I have suffered, leaving me wondering each night whether this will be the time I don’t wake up in the morning. So I often don’t go to bed. That’s tiring and ineffective. My little dog also requires a full-time carer. (That’s another story. Also tiring).
You know that feeling when you are so tired that you think it wouldn’t be so bad if you died but, at the same time, you want to cling on to dear life because your family, friends and animals need you? It is a conundrum. (My apologies, ladies and gentlemen, this is turning out rather more solemn than I expected. Also, Martha Kennedy has written a blog like this recently. Bear with me.) By some other unconscious impulse, I seek sanctuary outdoors. Made glorious by the sun and wind. (Sorry. I couldn’t resist). What did I learn? Read more
Our friends wonder why we don’t move to the country since my husband and I seem to spend more time in a neighbouring country town than we do in our own city. Sometimes I wonder this myself. I grew up in the country so I get a bit nostalgic for the “country life”. However, we can enjoy both worlds, town and country, as it is only a 20 minute drive to our favourite country market. Read more
When I first started blogging, I realised I had to take some photos to accompany my words. Now, after nearly two years of blogging (how is that possible?), I search for words to accompany my photos. This blogging business has also re-ignited my True Love’s passion for his own photography. He hasn’t been this happy in a long time. Maybe we will find what we are looking for someday. Read more
Ladies and Gentlemen, there has been a death in the family and fears tears before bedtime.
For weeks now, we have been nurturing two huntsman spiders.
Here is one posing as a fridge magnet.
We were admiring one this evening when suddenly the spider lost its balance and fell onto the floor. We tried to get to it before Fynnie the rat-eating dog. It was horrendous. It was frightening. Alas, we were too late and the spider was slain. It’s a dog eat spider world. Fynn is a dog of diverse tastes.
There is only one thing to do. You guessed it. Release the Kraken. (Sorry, that’s another program). Interpretative dance. Join me and release your inner dog, bitch or spider.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Response to:
The Ragtag Daily Prompt — Nurture, and
Sarah’s Share Your Music – 30 Days 30 Songs Challenge. It is not too late to join the challenges. Casual players welcome. Click on the links to join in the challenges.
Take me to the April sun in Canberra (pronounced Canbra). In the words of George Eliot:
“Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.”
Daylight savings has ended. so we sleep in another hour.
