Badgingarra way …

I’m home after completing a 500 km round trip in summer hot weather.  I left early this morning hoping to avoid the heat but got lost along the way and spent 40 minutes trying to establish phone contact with the person I was going to see.  I wish I was advised in advance the road was unsealed for part of the way!  The journey took an hour longer than I expected.  This is not country you want to get lost in.

Around 20 years ago a young girl went hitch hiking from her farm to a friend’s farm in these parts.  She is everyone’s child.  She was never found again.  The accused is in prison.  He was taken on a walk of his alleged alibi by police some years ago.  He walked the streets of Moora where I work sometimes.  It always gives me chills when I walk through the town.DSCN8535.jpgI took this from inside the car and just noticed the dirty windscreen!  I drove under the shadow of wedge tailed eagles.  I was hoping I would see some roadside so I could take a picture.  They are magnificent birds in flight and on ground.  I was out of luck, this time.DSCN8530.jpgThis is some 40 kms north of Badgingarra.  The countryside was so beautiful.  Some green and a lot of it, the beige of Wheatbelt land.DSCN8531.jpg
Along the way I stopped for a moment to get a drink of water from the boot when I noticed a white eruption in the distance.  I zoomed in.  It was so far away I still could not discern what it was.DSCN8533.jpg
Until there was almost a paddock full of these moving white objects.  They came towards me like an avalanche.DSCN8534.jpgIt’s only when they got closer that I realised they were sheep.  Poor animals probably thought I had feed and came running towards the car.  I would have loved to have stayed with them longer but it didn’t feel right to tantalize them, so I left.

I’m thrilled I made this journey today.  I’ve never driven on the Brand Highway on my own.  I hope to get more work in this area in spring.  The wildflowers must be amazing here.  There were kilometres of groves of banksia trees with peachy white cones.

Time for me to catch a few minutes before I start packing for Kalgoorlie tomorrow.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

 

Morning vs dawn

There was a time in my life when working full time, completing studies and raising little children on my own, was crushing my spirit.   Each day I’d wake and knew the work commitments were going to be the same as the day before and without any respite.  Had I known then it would be 13 years before I had a holiday, I would never have gotten out of bed.

On Sunday night I went to bed early.  The week ended with me driving many kms.  I take care of myself when I have to drive.  On Monday morning I ran through my schedule for the days ahead.  I snuggled deeper in bed or perhaps it was the weight of commitments that kept me there longer.  In the dark I sneaked a peek at the clock. thumb_IMG_4477_1024.jpgIt was pre-dawn. thumb_IMG_4478_1024.jpgI opened the blinds wider and was greeted by dawn over a sleeping town.

I felt blessed because I no longer wake to mornings.  I wake to dawn and therein lies a difference.  Mornings were part of schedule.  They came in rotation every 24 hours.  They were predictable.  They were busy.

Dawn is my muse.  I am creative and productive at dawn.  I look forward to dawn each day because I know it will be different.  Endless hours of therapy could not have awakened this in me.  It is something to be experienced in spirit, so I set off to experience this in Foxes Lair.DSCN8498.jpgI love the sound of my boots crunching on dirt tracks.  The sudden bounce of the shy kangaroo.  The sense of being alone but not lonely.  Birdsong in the tree canopy.DSCN8431.jpgTo me there is nothing more Wheatbelt that the sight of a pink galah in a gum tree.  This was a young one.DSCN8440.jpgIt was a fairy floss pink.DSCN8471.jpgFoxes Lair seemed like a bird nursery.  There were young ring neck parrots on the ground.DSCN8474.jpgThe little redcap parrot joined in.DSCN8482.jpgThe junior Western rosella was busy feasting on gumnuts before me.DSCN8493.jpgThen took it up on a tree to enjoy the rest of it.DSCN8510.jpgOnce it flew away I waited patiently in anticipation.  It returned in full view of me.  Pretty as a picture, don’t you think?

And this is how I started my day on Monday.

So who needs a holiday?  Not me!

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

At Meelup Beach …

I’m leaving home again today.  Last night was a rare night where I could cook myself a meal.  With autumn here, the nights and early mornings are cooler.  It was time to get the slow cooker out while I caught up with my chores at home.  I tried something new, a slow cooked Vietnamese beef stew.  It was delicious.  This morning the air in the kitchen was fragrant with ginger, star anise, and lemon grass.

In the South West earlier this month I spent a night in Dunsborough.  It’s a small coastal town.  One of my favourite places to visit here is Meelup Beach, a favourite of others too.DSCN7966.jpgThere was just one other car in the car park when I got there early morning.  As I walked along the coastal walk, I found it belonged to a young fisherman wetting a line in the distance.DSCN7996.jpgThe waters here are generally calm but on this day there was a swell coming through.  Hopefully he got what he came for.  I know I did.DSCN8033.jpgThe birds were not awake yet so I spent some time looking at the path I walked, metaphorically speaking too.  I found one can find colour in the most unexpected bland places.DSCN8081.jpgA gumnut caught my eye.  It rolled down an embankment and came to rest against a small edge of a big rock.  A cm here or there would have made a difference to where it landed and perhaps, never seen by me.  Much like chance encounters.DSCN8087.jpgI love dragonflies.  I mean, what’s not to love about them.  They have wings of sheer shimmering lace and yet they are long distance fliers.  I find strength in that.DSCN7927.jpgSoon my walk was filled with sound.  The little Silvereye were everywhere.DSCN7945.jpgAnd if you ever want to see kookaburra, Meelup Beach is the place.  They were at least a dozen birds sitting on low branches or foraging in the leafy carpet.DSCN8060.jpgThen there was this one who decided to do a full dive into the water and came out looking like a rag!  DSCN7970.jpgHigh in a nearby tree I heard the plaintive cry of a young eagle as it rose up to stand in the nest.DSCN7978.jpgMagnificent bird.DSCN8037.jpgI was glad I got here early.  I had the opportunity to enjoy silence before the laughter of families.  Although I confess, I enjoyed both equally.

Time to get packing again.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

Every step I take

While studying at uni, the pressures on me were crushing and having to raise children within a tight budget, the only affordable release I had was to go for a walk.  I did this three times a day, totalling 12 kms (approximately 7.5 miles) every day.  I walked fast as if it would distance me from all that overwhelmed me on the day.  I was slender as a reed.

Now my steps are more measured.  And, despite the frenetic pace of professional life, my personal life, is measured too.  I touch base with me when I walk.  It is meditative.  I am whole.  It renews me.  My pace is slow.  Of course the down side is, I am no longer slender as a reed!

I’ve been in Esperance for the last few days and returned home this afternoon.  It was cloudy but warm and balmy and quite unusual for that town.  As is my routine, I woke early this morning and headed out to the Bay and my other favourite spots.  I love to walk here in the mornings.DSCN8263.jpgThe Whale Tail is iconic.  I’d love to rip up every other structure within sight so the beauty of this sculpture can be fully appreciated.DSCN8274.jpgBefore dawn, the colours across the Bay were beautiful in pale blues and greys.  This is a town where I feel so safe and secure.  It is my soft place to land each month.DSCN8366.jpgI walked around Windabout Lake where the pelicans cruised like ocean liners.DSCN8339.jpgAcross the board walk, the bankia cones were everywhere.DSCN8342.jpgAnd just when I thought I was alone!DSCN8343.jpgA joey.  Look at those eyes!

I’ve come to realise when I go for a walk each day, there is so much about me I leave behind intentionally.  I know a walk in nature, is where I find the authentic me.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird

 

Fleeting moments that matter

I slept in my own bed last night, the first time in many after spending just about every night in a new town for the last few days.

I know for sure I could not do this without my little intakes of breath every time I go for a walk with camera.  I’ve brought home hundreds of photographs.  As the wind blows up a storm outdoors, my thoughts are with the mornings I spent elsewhere.DSCN8172.jpg
I started and ended my trip in Bunbury, this time I stayed closer to the estuary.  The silhouette of Bunbury Tower is always stunning at sunset.DSCN8233.jpg
As usual, when in Bunbury, I head off to Big Swamp wetlands.  The Welcome Swallows are gorgeous here and love facing the sun.  They are quite fearless and only fly away when one is almost within touching distance.  I love how plump they look!DSCN8109.jpg
I’m always on the lookout for fairy blue wrens at Big Swamp.  There’s always a pair somewhere.  This one looked like a young one.  It was hesitant for a moment as it gauged the distance across the pathway before it launched itself to the other side.  A moment I was waiting for.DSCN8187.jpg
The Willy Wagtails were plenty, some fluffier than others and quieter too, which made me think they were young ones.DSCN8221.jpg
Gorgeous, I thought!DSCN8249.jpg
The tiny brown honeyeater is the size of a small leaf.  It has the sweetest call and so difficult to see in foliage.  This one was visible for just a nanosecond before it disappeared again.DSCN7922.jpg
Further south in Dunsborough during a bush walk I found small flocks of Silvereye feeding among the Bottlebrush bushes.
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Look at the beautiful detail in the feathers!

There is no way I could do what I do for a living, either on a physical or emotional level, without having these moments in my day.  I know this for sure.

I now know Nature doesn’t heal.  Being in Nature, is healing.  I feel renewed just revisiting these moments.

Hope these photographs bring joy to you, too.

Until next time

As always

a dawn bird