Thursday, 19 June 2014

Visiting Milang.

The other day we went to Milang. I thought maybe there would be something to look at. But there's not. Seriously, unless you like boating or fishing, ( which many do ) there is not much else to see. There was, however, a jetty. With seagulls. Their looking pretty well fed. Pretty excited, too. Ahh. Life at Milang! LOL!

Patch worked the image, just for fun!

Wednesday, 18 June 2014

View Over Lenswood, South Australia.

On a cold, wet and wintery day, what better way to spend it than to go through old photographs from years ago, that I never got around to editing. I am not too sure if this works well or not, but the hills still enchant me, even though I don't think this image shows you how truly lovely they are.


Even with all that rain and wind today, there is new growth and beauty to be found.

Just Dandy

Just so delicate and soft. Dandelions.  


Oh such a cold, wet and windy day is this! 

Even those daisies, that are so robust and bright are battling to look pretty!


I closed my eyes, and breathed it in. 
The scent of fallen leaves, of the earth and the damp ground beneath me. 
To lay in the wealth of golds and reds, the leaves softness and the poking twigs in my hair and clothes. To wonder if I ever knew what it was
to be so wealthy as this. 

8 Years Old

Now your 8. 

Halfway to getting your drivers licence. Halfway to being in year 10! A third of the way to maybe finishing that uni degree. Or traveling, or falling in love with your future wife. A quarter of the way to becoming a father... Maybe. 

The future is way ahead of you, son. But for now, don't grow up too quickly! I want to capture all your days and treasure them. Hold them close to my heart and soul. For the rest of my life.


Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live. - Charles Bukowski

Dewy drops

I adore the cold mornings. When there is fine, delicate drops of dew on each and every living thing. Something so very special about the way they sparkle and gleam in the morning light.

Golden Eye

There is a flower, a little flower With silver crest and golden eye, That welcomes every changing hour, And weathers every sky. - James Montgomery 

Time to let the water wash over you.

Things that make me think and feel. Things that make me smile. 

Bath time in our household. A time to relax, close your eyes. Let the water flow around and over you.