An informal meaning of the word Magician is…
a person with exceptional skill in a particular area.
Those who developed hot air balloons and
Go Pro cameras to record our flight also had special skills.
Not to mention all the professions in the world today
which require special skills.
Being a former woolclasser/farmer
I am going to mention farming first.
Many years ago a wool producer
whose wool I was classing/grading/sorting
stated that farming was no longer a lifestyle but a science.
And then there is that group of people who state
that they are ‘just a housewife‘
Unstated are the projects that just a housewife manages,
cooking skills…must I go on?
We all have special skills and therefore
are all magicians!
Darkness and Light
for the Darkness-Light challenge.
Then I remembered Wednesday night’s drive…
and could not think of a more appropriate time…
to use these photos.
MGW declared 14 degrees Celsius too cold
to be out wandering and admiring this front yard.
However, with Bing Crosby crooning his favourite
Christmas Carols over the Public address system,
this front yard easily made all other look rather
insignificant by comparison.
Merry Christmas for 2017
This one is the South African Pearlspotted Owl
if my memory and Google research are any good.
or the wall behind, both are created by
humans but are…non-human
I have been told that this is not a very good
image, however, I think it
a great (decent??) portrayal,
in abstract, of a spring downpour.
The colour may not suit your walls but that
can be fixed with a couple of clicks of the mouse.
the more iconic remains.
These plaster cast remains of
the population which lived in Pompeii
were the only ones on display.
The link below will take you to a
Google search with images which
I had hoped to see of Pompeii’s remains.
…puts on some stellar performances
at either end of the day.
Here the sun is setting on Namibia
and Botswana’s Chobe River.
A Bygone Era
Some traces of the past from around my turf.
Whenever I look at this photo I see sad eyes.
The other side of the house in morning sun and fog.
Priceless images as new owners have removed the house
and one would not know there had been a house
on that corner now.
I just wish land owners would park their old,
unused equipment a bit closer to the road.
Shearers I used to work with for several decades
often mentioned this town.
My mind’s eye never saw it as an ‘old’ town though.
Although I suppose I should have guessed.
Black and White Tuesday
Eventually made the trip back to
Lal Lal on Tuesday
Lal Lal was a hive of activity during
the gold rush era of the nineteenth century.
Like many country towns it is now a shadow
of its former glory, but still retains
some icons of those bygone days.
This is the main road through the town.
Reminds me a bit of my hometown..biggest
difference is the bush all round Lal Lal and
the fact that my hometown was just a tad bigger,
due to it being a halfway point in the bullock dray days.
Lal Lal is very close to Ballarat, which is
the third largest city in Victoria with a population
of just below 78,00 in the 2006 census.
About half the size of Geelong in the same year.
As with may rural towns Lal Lal once had
a thriving railway station, and…
to keep the steam engines going was
this Water Tower.
I plan on returning to Lal Lal soon
to take some more images of the town
and its surrounds.
Three weeks ago
asked me to join
3 Day Quote Challenge.
Here is the third of
my 3 (Mon)Day Quotes.
In the late 60s early 70s every Sunday night
there was a pontoon game
(you may call it black jack, 21), or any other name.
However the basic strategy was the same.
The game alternated between our house
and some family friends.
We played for high stakes.
Each household had a jar of two-cent pieces.
Each player was allowed sixty cents of this money,
which was returned to said jar at the end of the night.
We played hard, enforced rules, made new ones
and argued incessantly.
When at our friends house the lady of the house
came out into her kitchen around 10 PM
to make us supper.
If chaos and mayhem were not in charge
we were having a quiet night.
It took me years to actually see what she meant by this
and since marrying MGW it has been used
on many occasion.
Although it has now been shortened to
‘…blind men and galloping horses…’
We both know what we mean and
I always remember a dear family friend.
For anyone who is wondering…the background image is
Geelong’s Corio Bay.