Weekly Photo Challenge-Silence

 

~~~~~

My contribution for this week’s challenge…

Silence

~~~~~

Last April we took a hot air balloon ride

over Melbourne.The only downside was the 0330 wake up call

to find out if winds were slight enough

to allow the ride to go ahead.

I have never seen Melbourne streets as silent

as this one was at that hour.

 

 Even though there around twenty passengers,

conversations were conducted in

subdued tones so as not to break the silence

of the early hour.

At lift off, there was only the roar of the gas flame

to break the silence of the crisp April morning.

Even this Qantas 747 could not break the silence…

 as we flew over Melbourne at dawn…

with just the occasional burst of

flaming gas breaking the silence.

~~~~~

~~~~~

 

Advertisements

Weekly Photo Challenge-Weathered

 

~~~~~

My contribution for this week’s challenge…

Weathered

~~~~~

Apart from my scalp… I couldn’t think…

of anything more weathered….

than these houses.

Then I found….

some weathered pieces of wood.

~~~~~

~~~~~

 

Weekly Photo Challenge-Growth

 

~~~~~

My contribution for this week’s challenge…

Growth

~~~~~

When we moved off the farm. in 2005,  we moved

to an area that did not offer sewerage as a service.

We had to install our own water treatment plant or septic tank.

We opted for the water treatment plant.

According to council/health regulations we had to provide

300 square metres of land for the treated water

to be sprayed on to our block or garden bed.

This patch of grass was the area.

 

Soon workmen were in establishing the area.

 

Adding some kind of sand to help with the absorption

of treated water to be sprayed thereon.

 

 By 2013 we had seen some growth in our garden.

For a few years it was quite often more wet than dry.

However, it maybe since the boys moved out

and plants became established,

it is seldom wet under foot.

 And about twenty minutes ago it looked…

just like this.

This part of our garden is known as the poo-pit.

Although the water which is sprayed on to it

is nearly as clear as tap water.

~~~~~

~~~~~

 

Weekly Photo Challenge-Favourites

 

~~~~~

My contribution for this week’s challenge…

Favourites

~~~~~

Seeing as WordPress is taking a break I decided

to post some of my ‘starred’ photos from my Picasa library.

Geelong…

Botanic Gardens.

A sight to be seen in most gardens.

These blokes must be exceptionally fit as they smile and laugh

nearing the end of the Cadel Evans Classic in Geelong.

About as close as I am going to get to this truck.

It looks suspiciously like the Fordson Thames

which Dad bought years ago and on which

we carted thousands of bales of  hay and

thirty or forty wool clips.

An African Yellow Billed Hornbill.

Botswana leopard.

 

 Maybe a Botswana giraffe judging by the background.

Certainly not a zoo animal.

One of the most beautiful creatures on earth.

But with luck we/humans will shoot them to extinction.

😦 😦

Finally, dear old Ginger who passed away

a little over two years ago.

I had Ginger and her father Brandy for

an approximate total of 27 years.

Happy New Year

~~~~~

~~~~~

 

Weekly Photo Challenge-2017-Favourites

 

~~~~~

My contribution for this week’s challenge…

2017 Favourites

~~~~~

Hard to believe 2017 is almost over.

Some of my favourites photos from this year are random.

The exception being my visit to the

Western Front in France and Belgium mid-year.

Early morning at Corio Bay

I like the silhouette of the lone fisherman.

Maybe better if there had been no horizon…only water.

 

Reflections of a still, foggy morning.

One of my favourite photography spots.

 With Autumn came a surprise as MGW

had booked us a Hot Air Balloon flight…

 over Melbourne to celebrate

our 30th wedding anniversary.


An early morning sunrise shoot at

Point Lonsdale Lighthouse provided another surprise.

Two minutes of this rainbow after an

otherwise uneventful shoot.

I love this photo taken at Torquay in March.

****

Now the most moving photos of 2017.

These all come from France and Belgium

where my Grandfather served during World War I.

I only pray the world never sees anything like this again

Whether it was Fromelles Military Cemetery

and its cohort of Australian Soldiers

only recently discovered in mass graves,

or Tyne Cot Cemetery and its wall of 34,0000 names

of soldiers Missing in Action,

or the Menin Gate Last Post,

or the Polygon Woods Cemetery.

Many of the  photos can still bring a tear to my eye

mainly due to the suffering on both sides of the conflict

and the age of those interred at these cemeteries.

My Grandfather was described, by his superior officer,

as ‘old’ in a diary extract.

He was 28 at War’s end.

The same age as our eldest.

And we think he is still baby number 1.

~~~~~

~~~~~

 

Weekly Photo Challenge-Ascend

 

~~~~~

My contribution for this week’s challenge…

Ascend

~~~~~

To be able to admire this view…

we had to…

ascend the Spiral Staircase in the Vatican.

 

In Lucerne we ascended Mt Rigi…


via a tourist train.

I thought the train was taking us to the top. 

However, we had to ascend/walk this path before…

This was taken about half way up/down. 

The rail journey ended at that building on the left.

 

we were able to take in the beautiful views…


from the top of Mt Rigi. 

 at the top, I had a brief meeting with my knees.

They declined the offer to ascend

this viewing platform citing the return journey

was going to be more precarious

than walking up to the top.

As always they were correct!

~~~~~

~~~~~

 

Weekly Photo Challenge-Cheeky

 

~~~~~

My contribution for this week’s challenge…

Cheeky

~~~~~

Some photos of a face from MGW’s phone.

Whenever we suspect the dogs of a wrong doing…

 Candi, like the cheeky kid in the classroom, has a

‘…it wasn’t me…’ expression on her face. 

Naturally Taji is ‘guilty‘ all the time.

 

Our resident New Holland Honey Eater

is also a bit on the cheeky side.

 

Not afraid to berate family members, or…

 

 onlookers, alike!

 

Now everyone who reads my blog

will know that our dogs are ‘outside’ dogs.

Doesn’t this expression say

I’m inside.  Whacha going to do about it?

~~~~~

~~~~~