I think it was Shakespeare who said parting is such sweet sorrow. And so it is.
THERE WAS A CASUALNESS to those times. A casual ambience that seems to have dissolved into thin air. It was a perception, a feeling sitting so far in the background of life that it went unrecognised…
THE ASCENT STARTS at Watersmeet. Here, the Rufus River, little more than a wide, shallow and gushing rapid passes under the footbridge to enter the cold waters of Lake St Clair a couple hundred metres further on. Here, we leave the main track which heads north to take the Rufus track which heads west. It... Continue Reading →
"Let's stop for a snack". How many times have I heard that? How many times have I uttered it? I'm talking about snacking on the trail, snacking on bushwalks. That's usually done as the morning or afternoon wears on and the pack on our back starts to feel heavy. We seek out a spot sheltered... Continue Reading →
Today's WordPress writing prompt: loop THE TRACK WENT ON and on and up. It was rough as well as steep. It was a service track that sometime or other someone drove a 4WD vehicle up. It was rocky, too, one of those tracks where you step on a rock and your foot skids out from under... Continue Reading →
Down in Woolloomooloo trees radiate the bright warm colours of the advancing Autumn...
IF a precipice is a very steep cliff, then standing on the edge of one is not a good idea. I learned that back in the day when I was new to abseiling. Never stand peering over a cliff, the instructor said. Instead, lay on your belly and peer over. That's not what the man... Continue Reading →
Here's the proposition: we modern photographers may be spoiled with our digital cameras and zoom lenses. Here's the question: "When in past times you used film cameras and carried them in your packs on walks into the mountains, in addition to the standard lens on your camera, how many additional lenses did you carry?". Here's... Continue Reading →
To settle and put down roots or to follow our nomadic instinct? It's a difficult choice.
Sometimes, all it takes is a one-word prompt to get us writing. Today’s Daily Post writing prompt: SYMPTOM. I GUESS it is a symptom. Or is it an urge? Both symptoms and urges are perceptions. They are something we feel. They are experienced internally. They are immaterial. Maybe they are different things stemming from the... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, all it takes is a one-word prompt to get us writing. Today’s Daily Post writing prompt: LUCK. THE SHOWERS were visible as slanting sheets of dark grey moving across Storm Bay. None came ashore as we stood gazing seaward from the roadside lookout but we could see the land across the bay getting thoroughly... Continue Reading →