AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes

AUSTRALIA ~ The Antipodes
I love a sunburnt country / A land of sweeping plains / Of ragged mountain ranges / Of droughts and flooding rains / I love her far horizons / I love her jewel-sea / Her beauty and her terror / The wide brown land for me / ~ Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968)


Monday, January 31, 2011

Salt + Pepper Shakers

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ My hand-made pottery salt and pepper shakers bought in northern Tasmania at a strangely named place called No-Where-Else!
I use them as a feature on shelves!
They have never been used!
Monday Feature prompt ~ Little/Small Things

Ringed in arty swirls
Odd salt and pepper shakers
Like an earthy dream

Pic by Gemma Wiseman

Monday Feature (Mandagstema) is hosted by Petunia

My Twitter Stones

I Twitter / Like a bird singing from prime instincts
Comment: Debs Rickard ~ There's humorous truth in this!

It's a Jabberwocky kind of day / Disgruntled skies need lots of understanding
I can't see Port Phillip Bay / Yet sea mist white-out cannot prove / It's not there
Mass huddle in a gum tree / Colourful /Sweet shrieks of protest
Wild grey rain / Thwarts / The summer fruit massacre by / Rosellas

Keeping still / Someimes can be a recipe for / Keeping stale
Two faces of water / I quench / I flood /Both know /Life and /Death
A darkened / Misty afternoon / Sponged with rain / In Melbourne / (Just like Queensland) / But I have home comforts
Very Strange Summer Skies (Heavenly post)
Blue darkness at dawn /White swirling afternoon mists /A twisted summer

Queensland Floods On My Mind
Dedicated to all those who are struggling through the flood crisis in Queensland!
(Watery Wednesday post #122)
Your world is water / Like a rushing wild demon / Nature's moods unleashed

But we offer sails / Our belief and hope in you / From us ~ Namaste

Summer time / And the living is queasy / Summer time / Flooded with chills / Winter recycled?
Queensland Flood Reflections ...
Twitter and Facebook / Like underground flood rescue / New wave connections
A day inundated with Queensland floods / My computer has crashed / And my kitchen tap has sprung a leak / I feel fractured but fortunate
Plain of wide brown sea / River metamorphosis / Please be a mirage
Wry chameleon / Land of impulsive extremes / My Australia
Summer morning moods / Rainy face breathes herbal scents / Shifting watching eyes
Designer shadows / Reality's calling card / Interpretations
Misty skeletons /A soft fire cleansing the earths / Eerie persuasion

Stars jostle for galactic space / Only a desert spirit would know

Worlds riddled with mud / Floodplains of catastrophe / Streets crammed with heartbeats

Spliced reality / Revolting mud-ribboned streets / Dreams re-invented

Low woomp of grilled speed/ Colours pressed into action/ Umbrella duty

Artwork evolving/ Foam fretting in pools of sand/ Shoreline mandala

I give my lyrics/ Reaching for yours on the winds/ Our music always

Strange cold summer nights/ Like the world is re-turning/ Nature's dark ages

Exquisite Red Rock/ Heavenly sour cream and chives/ Addictive rice crisps

Chat room mania/ Virtual party event/ Invent your ID

Waiting for a romantic evening spin/ Two kookaburras on a clothes line

Sickly late afternoon moon/ Missing your sunshine

Scents of rain/ Like gossamer trinkets on the dark wind

From coat hanger inception to / iron lung birth / blossomed / the iron maiden / Sydney Harbour Bridge

Blank darkness along the back fence/ The holiday season has/ Terminated

Home is where/ the spirit creates/ nurtures seedlings and/ happily strikes/ new grafts

Sometimes I feel/ like an unpainted ship/ circling the seas/ charmed by/ the Flying Dutchman

words laced with lemon/ self-inflicted handicap/ bitter jealousy

beneath the veil of darkness/ fears shape/ fears

it's a bargain/ to wake each day and/ to keep smiling/ each sunset is/ a ripper deal

In wonderful worlds/ Where once little feet wandered/ Like dreams in flash-back

Summer heat/ Like a daze of dreams/ Swirls hypnotically/ Round the crowded sands/ Breeding a dervish trance

A Month of Beautiful Stones

The kitchen huddles around candlelight.
The garden retreats

- Julie Singleton @ Small Stones from Sussex

East Clock
every morning
on foot
i descend into town

the church tower welcomes me with the correct time
Kuvalaya @ Petals on the Wind

warm soapy suds wash away syrupy remnants from breakfast plates
- Kiwibok @ Soul Sisters

a year of small stones - 001
branches sharp like knives
in the brilliant air.
- Sunflower Roots

Bereft - Small Stone #2
Last year’s garbage
Christmas trees along the road
bereft of glittering lights.
- Laura Lawless @ A Dreamer's Notebook

a year of small stones - 002
gnarled white fingers
two sycamores reach for
each other.

- Sunflower Roots

Silver Spoon for A River of Stones
Silver spoon ~ tiny mirror ~ little pool ~ memory keeper.
- Off the Page Poetry

Walking to the shop for a newspaper
caught in summer's sudden shower
the water-web wrapping me
in happy paralysis

- Jennie Fraine @ Jaywig's Jotter

It's funny, you know, how you can sit around thinking about what you wish to
be, and then, in one simple, unobtrusive moment the Universe, because you have put forth just a small effort, rewards you by taking you exactly where you need to go.
- Mimi Foxmorton @ Collage Pirate
(My Comment: I often find by projecting my dreams, reality finds me in most unexpected ways!)

Morning Commute - Small Stone #3
Frozen pink sky
Naked trees shiver
along the roadside
- Laura Lawless @ A Dreamer's Notebook

the ancients
called it pneuma
breath or soul
all short poems
sigh this spirit
(pub. in Handful of Stones 01/02/2011)
- T. D. Ingram @ Signs of Life

They bought her a puppy
when what she needed
was her mum and a ride
across the far side
of the moon.
- Rose Mary Boehm @ A Handful of Stones

A River of Stones #2
There is a distinct lack of light now that the snow has melted in a rare December thaw. The dog, who insists on a fresh patch of snow for each pee, amuses me with a doggie ballet as he performs his dance on the last, small mound. It's good to start the day laughing in the dark.
- Mimi Foxmorton @ Collage Pirate

morning paper
Laying silent on the driveway
So many words
To be unwrapped
- Kylie in Adelaide @ Pausing to pick up small stones

Small Stone 2nd January 2011
I'm back in my garish teenage bedroom.
Things are exactly as I remember them.
Is it the dust or the memories bringing tears to my eyes?
- Jen Smith @ Wide Open Eyes

NaSmaStoMo #3
My childhood
was carefully
bordered in
yellow angles
with a
high gloss

- Blue Blithers

A Small Stone NUMBER 4
This morning the radio said the partial eclipse was a smiley face on the horizon. The clouds didn't co-operate. It’s another four years before the next one I won’t see.
- Connecting

The pneumatic whirl and clang of a dust cart
Taking away what's left of last year
- Hussam

A river of stones. January 3
The cat curled up on the sofa. A black question mark against the cushions.
- Morning AJ

Sunday Morning
Sunday morning
The day stretches out before us
What to do?
Two small children dance at the foot of the bed
Calling out for activity
I sink into the warm bed's embrace
and choose not to choose
for the moment
- Existential Moments

AROS Stone three
It is the first turning which decides the direction of a journey.
- Cat Down Under

Gridlock. Jousting for position.
Urban arteries pulse.

- Wind Dancer @ Mists of Morning
(My Comment: Neat! And a beautiful presentation of an urban headache!)

I Can Still Feel It
My Toe!
My right big toe was
stepped on
by a horse
Who I loved
more than 20 years ago.

I still feel it.
- Off the Page Poetry

small stone: January 4
The spot where I trod my name out in snow
froze over again:
now I’ve become an unyielding glyph
of ice.
- Joseph Harker @ Naming Constellations

We spin at
over 1,000
miles per
Sliding the
- Practice Makes Perfect
(My Comment: Great spin on an old routine!)

birds, stone 5
a long black telephone wire
dangling from pole to pole.
they don't make them above ground these days
sixty black birds weigh the wire down
chirp chirp chirp
enjoying the rare iowa winter sun.
yet in the middle sits one white
larger then the others,
brighter, purer, wholesome
is he feeling inferior, judged
or almost like a god?
- Sleeping With Bicycles and Glowing Monsters

a river of stone - Jan 4
driving to work
on my first day back,

in the morning mist –
traffic lights turn red.

- Talking to the Moon

small stone #5
shopping mall
a wide open space
where Santa used to be

- Kirsten Cliff's Swimming in Lines of Haiku

longing for eucalyptus in a room steam-full of pumpkin spice.
- sami, curiously

Fingerprints on the window; a miniature crime scene.
- Small Stones from Sussex

River of Stones - Jan 5th
As I wait for the tea water to boil
the silence fills with the tick of the clock and the bumpy hum of the refrigerator -
my domestic symphony.
- First Line

Rain like scree
the darkest day
rain like scree

the promise of Summer
in ice cream colours
on beach hut doors
- Annie Kerr @ Inkhaven

a river of stones-Jan 4
saving the parking space
between snow banks--
the lawn chair
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

a river of stones-Jan 5
the freeze-dried rose bud --
unaware that Indian summer
was only temporary
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

A bird song
Brilliant orange ball of fire!
We fly towards you,
In formation.
One leads, two follow,
The rest of us behind.
We're coming home

- Of Heaven and the Spirit

Christmas stars
throw a merry light
fallen frangipani
- Verse days of my life

stone #5
walking past the coffee shop
where my friends used to work

the coffee may still be brewing
but the warmth is gone

stone #6
today my brain is more spoon than blade
rounded and dull in my unslept head
still, I’ll grind it against the whetstone
sharpen my wits for what’s ahead

Old News
I told him of our changes, but he’d already read about it on Facebook. – B (guest stoner)
- Stars and Willows

small stone - Jan 7
the sound of happy
drifts out
from under my daughter's door
- Pausing to pick up small stones

Two Stones (playing catch up)
Ten days after Christmas
a lamp post still wrapped in green and red foil;
I want to cover it with my jacket
and take it home.
The sound of a match striking:
a crackle gives way to a soft roar
full of fury, full of warning.
- Stars and Willows

Small Stone - Day 6
Black cat carries night
into pale morning.
- Stars and Willows

River of Stones - Day 8
In the garden
melting snow resembles
a mass of white continents
floating in an ocean of green.
- The Gathering of Stones

River of Stones - Day 9
this perspective
the tree branches
reach down,
gnarly wood lightning
hitting the town.
- The Gathering of Stones

A daffodil-yellow balloon
drenched in sunshine
the colour of my baby’s happiness.
- Verse days of my life

oranges dropped in parking lot snow
an old man picks them up with gloveless hands
- feathers
(My Comment: A drop of sad magic here! For some strange reason I thought of Hans Christian Anderson’s story of “The Little Match Girl”!)

morning twilight
the shape of things
falling into place

- January Stones

a river of stones 14
new year resolution...
the handbrake on the car
continues to stick
- Lynne Rees @ an open field

a river of stones-Jan 11
With the email
about his passing,
I think about my own social footprint
that would be silenced.

- Cracked Sugar Bowl

a river of stones-Jan 14
the red cherry
at the bottom of the glass
to the beat
from the dance floor
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

a river of stones-Jan 17
how often we take for granted
how well we feel...
until we don't
- Cracked Sugar Bowl

silver moon disc
gilds the dark desert
keeping coyote conversation
and restless dreams
- Desert Stones

a river of stones - Jan 30
after cleaning house,
I look up at the corner
of my room – and there
a spider
cleaning house
- Lonnard @ Talking to the Moon

Twitter CyberBonn: - The confectioner / dripping designer chocolate freckles / on your cheek
(My Comment: A great sense of playful mischief in this one.)
Twitter CyberBonn: Your funny scowl / turns two eyebrows / into one
(My Comment: A great, light-hearted observation, turning grim into grin.)
Twitter CyberBonn: - The wind / hissing / through / cat o nine tail / stalks
(My Comment: Beautiful, snake-like image and the word "stalks" creates a surreal nightmare halt to the scenario! Dynamic, animated still life!)

Twitter MarthaWriting: I throw fruit instead of passing it nicely because I like the clappy-slappy noise when you catch it
(My Comment: A real "kiddywinks" reaction! We sophisticated adults should bend a little and enjoy more of these moments! Love it!)
Twitter MarthaWriting: Bang! Bang! Hammers and dust clouds fly. I think, ‘It’ll be nice when it’s done’, then hate my imagination for throwing my week away.
(My Comment: Renovating? Routine "must do's" have no grace + don't fix themselves! They wait with evil grins for us to face them again!)
Twitter forgottenworks too old for lullabies / i open the small window / and let the rainsound in
(My Comment: Magical reality suggesting that the charm of childhood may only be a window away!)
Twitter gennepher the road/ just/ sat there/ it didn't take her anywhere/ she had to do the walking
Twitter gennepher: the child / picked / dandelions / from the top / of the abandoned air raid shelter
Twitter MarthaWriting: Two feet, one cream and one pink. The pink one is going to tingle like hell in a minute.
Twitter forgottenworks grey heron / a still life / among the rushes
(My Comment: Great play on still life and living energy! "Rushes" is loaded!

Twitter expatinCAT
Frost sparkles / in a winter sun.. / white wine.
On a park bench / a pristine copy / of Proust's 'Remembrance Of Things Past' / open / at page 16.
She is my favourite pizza topping
'Relief' and 'release' / can sometimes spell / 'happiness'
The cage door / swings open / I reach inside / and gently gather up / my future dream
Jet chases a flock / of seagulls.. / perspective

Passing Thoughts #12 ~ My Selected Blog + Twitter Comments for January 2011

Pic by Gemma Wiseman


The acrostic element is like an elemental whisper in the wings! It barely seems to control the lovely series of ideas in the poem. Especially loved "Sans a box, to put these sins back in," I am sure that Pandora's Box enjoys a mention! Great poem!
(in response to The Prophecy That is @ The Enchanted River)

This poem has dramatic guts, right to the last bristly line! Powerful!
(in response to The Dead Woman Poem #1 @ Poetry from Julie Jordan Scott)

Amazing character sketches of personas! Love the slight differences and especially love the real inner spirit imbued in the last very personal insight into the writer's persona!
(in response to Wishes! by Someone is Special)

A powerful drama of inner dialogue! Like a reality check... when dreaming is simply not enough for the thirsty inner spirit! A challenging piece of creative writing!
(in response to Becky Sain's ...and then @ First Pages)

A sensual journey through a winter wonderland vibrant with metaphorical innuendo and creative, melancholic symbolism. Loved this memory flashback!
(in response to Walking on Frost @ Brokenpenwriter)

My favourite image must be "the howl of time's inferno"...dramatic, Dantean metaphor! A rich poem laden with legendary echoes in a newly found cave!
(in response to The Homemade Wine of the Picaro @ Bill Sigler's Poet Tree)

A refreshing review of our spiritual birth! Especially loved the erotic enigma of the words:
"the kiss
of now, the rapprochement
of being and unbeing."
A beautiful, enchanting piece of poetry!

(in response to Meeting @ the uncrooked tree)

O what a delicious metaphorical romp through spiritual reality! The whimsical, playful charms of a child pushing boundaries is alive while the skeptical adult nods along secretly in the wings! Two personas as one! Creative!
(in response to New Year @ the uncrooked tree)


A novel interpretation of the photo! There is one level that is jaunty, devil-may-care and another that has a beautiful, whimsical thread of melancholy! And the final bravado is priceless!
(in response to Mrs Miniver Goes to Coney Island @ 8th Avenue South)

"Shredded papers" lead to shredded images! Like multi-coloured confetti...a celebration and/or a sign of the throw away society!
(in response to curtain of pebbled path @ Gautami Tripathy's blog rooted)

"shaved by a drunken barber..." What a finale! A brilliant piece of gross writing brushed/drilled with artistic flourish!
(in response to Tess Kincaid's Root Canal)

This poem is riddled with a melancholic whirpool! We may not know the place, but we feel the wild will of the waters! Sadly beautiful!
(in reponse to Chris G's Sustain)

It seems right that the cleansing place should be a thinking place cast in blue silence! Lovely poem!
(in response to Lynne H's poem 3am)

@ dgdreamin clicking and clacking / shiny marbles of my youth / appear in my dreams
(My Comment: Great sound effects! Like a jaunty little steam train!)

@ haikumonk snowman / in the afternoon sun / his wide brim hat / and designer shades / are not enough

@ FullMoonPilgrim: i am going to the cry a sea.
(My Comment: Sad and beautiful)
@ FullMoonPilgrim: wind crawls in the air / the night is dragged / by the sound / of mistuned / radio.
(My Comment: Creative and sharp! Beautiful!)

@ GossamerWinged
You speak to me~words of spun sugar~but I can't hear~my heart is numb
(My Comment: Sad, beautiful, silky sounds!)

@ lippy73
My life a puzzle / trying to make a picture / without a box lid
(My Comment: Great wry sprigs of humour in a very serious thought!)

@ ldwilkinson
early January / already / this new year shimmers / with a map / of scrapes and grazes
(My Comment: I connect! Beautifully expressed!)

1. Many years ago, when my soul seemed frozen, I found your music. Now your music still breathes creative energy and peace into my soul.
2. Much of my poetry (esp haikus) + photos (on my blog) resonate with the spirit of your music! Thank you! Namaste!

@ coffeeperc
he reads her poems / she writes / his shopping list
(My Comment: Great quirky irony in this!)

Two poems spellbound me this month
1. Joseph Harker's Come As You Aren't @ Naming Constellations...
I love this city: I love the lies uprooted from red clay
rolled between palms and heated in ignorant crucibles
to white white heat:...
2. Magical Mystical Teacher's haiku
carnival of clouds—
shadows chanting ancient songs
as the elders dance


The blog that continually spellbinds me is Kris'
This Will Hurt Me.
Each post title is a wry twist on conventional ideas.
e.g. If I take care of my character, my reputation will take care of me
Knowledge of human nature is the beginning and end of political education
You can tell a lot about a fellow's character by his way of eating jellybeans
Action may not always bring happiness; but there is no happiness without action
Nothing is so admirable in politics as a short memory
The more we have the less we own
Meetings are indispensable when you don't want to do anything
Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit
Nothing is stranger to man than his own image
History is the record of an encounter between character and circumstances
Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood
The greatest obstacle to discovery is not ignorance - it is the illusion of knowledge

Many posts have delightful images of his world, his family in Hobart, Tasmania + a continual changing perspectives and "detours" on larger world features.

17.01.11 I nominate @Onestoppoetry for a Shorty Award in #poetry because they stimulate the poetic beast in us all!

I nominate @Onestoppoetry for a Shorty Award in #art because they stimulate the creative beast in us all!

A River of Stones #31 ~ Just Be

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A variety of age groups at Dromana on Australia Day 2011.
A River of Stones #31 ~ Just Be

Slipping and sliding and
Catapulting into
The spirit of your
Special moment

White Iris

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ White iris in my Dromana Hills garden, Mornington Peninsula
Today's Flowers #129
Macro Monday #123

Beautiful white blooms
Like precious floral gemstones
Necklace in waiting


Hosted by Lisa @ Lisa's Chaos

Happy Chute

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Water sports are popular in the summer!
This is one variety at Dromana, Mornington Peninsula
Mellow Yellow Monday #105

Like a happy chute
Flying high on yellow wings

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
Hosted by Drowsey Monkey

Sunday, January 30, 2011

A River of Stones #30 ~ By the Sea

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Children playing on Dromana beach, Mornington Peninsula
A River of Stones #30 ~ By the Sea

By the sea
Running along the water's edge
Building sand castles
Frittering away time


Image by Iquanyin Moon - Click on the image to go to Flickr photo stream
One Shoot Sunday picture prompt

Gritty sand footprints
Inverted to
Burial mounds become
Intimidating ancestors

One Shoot Sunday is hosted by Dustus @ One Stop Poetry

When the night lowers...

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A child enjoying Australia Day 2011 at the Dromana pier, Mornington Peninsula
Carry on Tuesday #90 ~ We stay with children this week with the first verse of Longfellow’s poem The Children’s Hour:
Between the dark and the daylight
When the night is beginning to lower
Comes a pause in the day’s occupations
That is known as the Children’s Hour
One Single Impression #153 ~ Evening

Between the dark and the daylight
Slips Huckleberry time
(Like the yang of evening's yin)
A time to enjoy the adventures of impulse

Between the dark and the daylight
When the night is beginning to lower
Slips a time to enjoy
The bright lights of

When the night is beginning to lower
Comes a pause in the day's occupations
To romp in the spirit of our river

A pause
We call
Children's Hour

Hosted by Keith's Ramblings

Hosted by Andrée and SandyCarlson

No Gum Tree!

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ 4 kookaburras crammed together on our TV aerial in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula.
It's not often that you see such a sight!
SOOC Sunday #116

Friendly characters
Family togetherness
Kookaburra ways

Pic by Gemma Wiseman

Hosted by Jan @

Swirly Shadow

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A swirly shadow on my verandah
Shadow Shot Sunday #141

Circle of life
Questions of sun and shadows
Sometimes there's answers

Hosted by Tracy @ Hey Harriet

Saturday, January 29, 2011

January 19-25 ~ My Poetry in a Nutshell

Collage by Gemma Wiseman
My Poetry in a Nutshell ~ January 19-25

Water sand and sky/ Shoreline crammed with sunseekers/ Enjoy rare moments

Tiny character/ Hops around in happy dance/ A wren in motion

Creative white train/ Artistic item for home/ White magic for sale

Cafe by the sea/ Pizza and pasta delights/ Cute and welcoming

Blurred generation/ Gowned mannequins face the snow/ Invisible past
But in the 1600's/ Bold forebears shared adventures/ Famed Three Musketeers

Our cat is due for a vet appointment today!
Cage/ Worming tablet/ Booster injection/ Shave between the paws/ Cage
I'M stressed!!!

Impressive large beak/ Plenty of feathery bulk/ Pelican grandeur

Public rules for dogs/ Beer garden limitations/ I hope dogs can read

Moonlight shadows/ Distilling the heat/ Melting the ragged shapes and
Rough colours of/ Today into/ Yesterday

Tranquil scenery/ A place to enjoy being/ Feel within beauty

Senior and junior/ Sharing a walk together/ A happy moment

Where the ocean rises to greet the sky/ I know she has sailed away/ Peacefully

Rippling reflections/ Enchanting dance of colours/ Like melting moments

Waiting for service/ Cars drain patience and pocket/ Liquid survival

Re-visiting Kitaro/ Re-vitalising the music in my soul

Diamond like shadows/ Sometimes laundries dress quite well/ Thanks to Nature's help

Blues on rolling blues/ Blue shopping by blue sea/ Touch of blue heaven

From a distance/ Earth, sea and sky/ Grow/ Daily dramas/ Numb

Creative milkshake/ Seaside shops enjoy gimmicks/ Leisure atmosphere

Reeled into the vortex of your moment

Your wine
Stilling my
Alternative realities

The simmering
Seering aura of
Your dark beauty
My secrets

I feel like a goddess

Dancing in
The shamanic whirls of your
Exotic cigars

Iced minds
Staring at a
Murky mist of
Shameful questions

Our bridge
Our icon
So far away

Between us a white

Eternal Spring of
Cosmic Energy
Moonlight on the
Shimmering Horizon
awakens the

Cosmic Love
within the
Fragrance of Nature

in the Beginning
an old
Silk Road
charmed the
Flight of the Spirit

a Mysterious Encounter
with the
Symphony of the Forest
stirred a
Magical Wave
to the
Symphony of Dreams
like a
A Drop of Silence
buoyed on a
Silver Cloud
Transit on the Wind

beyond the
Howling Thunder
I felt
Innocent People
on a
Journey to a Fantasy
like a
Glittering Green
Stream of Being
Endless Water


My Muse is on glorious Safari/ I'm re-shaping our garden

Popular cafe/ Laden with Italian style/ Taste and character

Grey and silver team/ One seems dusky and one shines/ Like paired yin and yang

Old tiny doorway/ Windowless and tightly closed/ Questions and secrets

Pink clouds model quiet beauty/ Brash greys intent on different strokes

Joie de Vivre

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ In the summer school holidays, it was good to see young people happily wandering together.
Walk in the Street Challenge

Happiness of youth
Radiant smiles together
A joy to observe

Walk in the Street Challenge is hosted by Walk in New York

A River of Stones #29 ~ Water in a Bottle

Pic by Gemma Wiseman
A River of Stones #29 ~ Water in a Bottle

Water in a bottle
Snap-shot of
Natural springs

Precious Shell

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A section of our new Performing Arts Centre at school.
Weekend in Black and White meme

Planning and dreaming
The outer shell is hollow
Waiting for heartbeats

Hosted by Dragonstar

Scenic Dance

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Reflections of sky and earth in the lake at the Enchanted Maze Garden, Arthurs Seat, Mornington Peninsula
Weekend Reflections #71

Magical landscape
Sky and earth dancing as one
Watery meltdown

Hosted by James (Pennsylvania, US) at Newtown Area Photo

Friday, January 28, 2011

A River of Stones #28 ~ Beyond

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Dromana pier, Mornington Peninsula is always a popular attraction on a summer's day!
A River of Stones #28 ~ Beyond

On a summer's day there's more than
Water sports
There's a pier
Reaching into
Summer reverie


Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A glimpse of the brand new Performing Arts Centre at my school!
Many curved seats!
Thematic Photographic #132 ~ Curves

Rows of curved patterns
Like regimented spaces
A sense of waiting

Thematic Photographic is hosted by Carmi Levy

Boneo Maze View

Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ A view across the fields from Boneo Maze and Wetlands, Mornington Peninsula
Sky Watch Friday #122

Pretty rural scene
Like a view to distant dreams
Waiting to open

Hosted by Klaus Sandy Wren Fishing Guy Sylvia



A place of beauty in the Western Tiers


View near Blackwood Park Cottages, Mole Creek

New Landscapes

New Landscapes
New Worlds

Archive of Blog Quotes

  • A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
  • Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
  • Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
  • Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
  • Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
  • Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman

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