Peeling Thoughts

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Peeling paint on bathing box/boat shed at Dromana, Mornington Peninsula
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This past weekend had a strange feel to it! Saturday was simply impossible with blustery, chill rain showers all day! It was the 11th day of rain, broken occasionally with some all too few sun bursts! Quite a record for Australian weather! But if that appears strange, Sunday, somehow, was even stranger. I felt as if I was peeling away some odd heartlands.
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Pic by Gemma Wsieman ~ Just peeling on bathing box/boat shed in Dromana
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Sunday was a pot pourri of weathers. So, hungry for my weekend walk armed with a camera, I risked the chance of warmth for the tantalising lure of unusual pics! In some ways, I found more than I bargained for.

1. An old man was playing "Silent Night" on a crackly old accordion at the entrance of Dromana Shopping Centre.
2. Some young guys were sitting in a parked car in the carpark, just chatting. The driver suddenly jumped out of the car, wandered over to another car just behind and lifted the windscreen wipers off the windshield, so they stood straight up in the air. He then briefly looked through the windows of this car, went back to his own, and drove away.
2. I found strange, glowing skies by the sea in between rain showers.
3. I took pics of a group of guys standing in the water. They are not in any way offensive pics, but since posting them for Odd Shots and Ruby Tuesday,(see below), I keep being gnawed by a sense of guilt. The fun of the moment is now a slight awkwardness. I am still deliberating whether to delete them.
4. While being delighted with many early spring flowers, I noticed an equal number were falling, as if their time was nearly over.
5. I saw a rather haunting, skinny, black and white stray dog (at least it seemed to be wandering from house to house) who chose to walk with me for quite some distance. But he walked level with me on one side of the road while I was on the other. The dog had a rather odd look. One ear stayed flopped over one eye. When I turned back down his street, he kept walking without a backward glance.
6. I found a delightful old house with the name "Aberfeldie". This was the very name I wished to have on my own home some day. I remember when my mother liked the name and had it blazoned on a sign for her home. I remember feeling very hurt. Why I chose this name I don't know. It just seemed right. Someday, I hope still to give this name my home. (I have written it in this way deliberately!)
7. When I returned from my walk to my car parked at the shopping centre, the old man had stopped playing. He was now chatting to two young teenagers, giving them tips on playing their guitars. Amazingly, the two young guys appeared to listen seriosuly.
8. And in this crazy world where the planets seemed to be humming discordant harmonies, I found myself drawn to the subtle beauty of peeling paint.
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Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Peeling paint on an old shed in Dromana
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See my AuraGem Songlines for a poem ~ Peeling Past ~ inspired by this last enigmatic old shed.
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