Cameo

big worlds in small worlds
cameo of skies beyond
the circle of life


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Weekend Reflections

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Monday Mellow Yellows

Silhouette Drama

Nearby homes and trees look dramatic in early morning light over the Dromana Hills!

In my neighbourhood
Early morning skies parade
Silhouette drama


Hosted by Dragonstar

Autumn Reflections

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Reflections of a morning sky in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Weekend Reflections #86
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Autumn morning breaks
Like a gallery of sighs
Art of reflection
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Hosted by James (Pennsylvania, US) at Newtown Area Photo

Soft Summer Skies

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Soft summer skies over Port Phillip Bay as viewed from my verandah in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Heavenly #17
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Soft skies of summer
Whispers of glistening hours
Romance of morning
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Heavenly (Himmelsk) is hosted by Petunia

Nature's Panels

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Morning skies and silhouettes reflected in my neighbour's verandah windows in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Weekend Reflections #58
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A line of panels
Painted segments of morning
Like mural colours
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Hosted by James (Pennsylvania, US) at Newtown Area Photo

If I were to be...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Ambivalent winter morning skies in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Sunday Scribblings #222 - ME
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*** This is my Gemma Wiseman profile on Helium

To understand me...

To understand me, perhaps a few tangibles may help.

If I were the sky, I would be a cloud drifting, reshaping, reinventing, but always enigmatic. If I were the earth, I would be a rock, bathing in the rush of a waterfall. If I were a tree, I would be a willow, that soft lacy wandering in the whims of breezes, dreaming quietly by water.

If I were a place, I would be Sheffield in Tasmania; coloured with murals whispering of other lifetimes; wrapped in the mystery of blue mountains flecked with snow.

If I were a shop, I would be Berkelouw's rambling magic of a homestead, alone in serene farmland, in Berrima NSW; graced with an intimate cafe, window boxes of vibrant geraniums and a wonderful log fire hosted by an old armchair. And of course, those books forgotten by the mainstream bookworld.

If I were a garden, I would be Mount Annan Botanic Garden south of Sydney NSW. A healing place, where forested boardwalks gently lead to sanctuaries of old songlines and a sundial on a hill waits for human shadows to cast time.

If I were to be a season, I would be Autumn; that mystical limbo raining in color.

If I were to be an element, I would be Water, the paradox of a variable constant; sometimes plains of blue leading to silken road horizons; sometimes lapping charms by those coastal sands of decision; sometimes cleansing, healing hands; sometimes drowning rebirth.

If I were a bread of life, I would wink impishly from the exotic worlds of a chocolate box.

But, I am none of those things, for now.

For now, I am just some eerie etchings on a white slate, trying to drift in a tiny bark through tai chi skies.



Hosted by
Laini Genge and
Megg Taylor

Halloween Electrified

Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ Stormy views of Halloween night skies in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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Mosaic Monday meme
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Stormy bright dark skies
Halloween electrified
Eerie bolts of light
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