Sunday 31 May 2020

let me keep my distance...

landscapes yet to love...

Winter can be the season of magical mystery...Just rug up and seek it out...There are blessings out there...

we read...

Note to self - More reading is healthy...

boardwalk dawn...

I have moments...

When I saw this, I had to stifle a small laugh... Story sparks were flying...If only I could draw a cartoon to match as well...

Sunday morning...

As Sunday unfolded, so did the beauty... There's nothing like natural makeup...nothing at all...

it could be...


I will never tire of watching the art of the sea unfold...These are waves tumbling into Dromana beach this morning...

a walk by the sea...

NOTE: While the sea is not visible in the image, it is very close by (to the right). I'm walking the beautiful foreshore trail in Dromana where some parts are bushy and winding and some parts open up to a full vista of Port Phillip Bay. A beautiful place, any season, any weather.

I saw many people walking or riding a bike by the sea in Dromana this morning... I don't think a single person (including children) passed me by without a friendly, smiling greeting...who could possibly feel lonely...

fresh green...

So good getting out and about on this stunning, wintry but sunny Sunday morning... a stroll by the sea was on the agenda...and, as always, the sea did not disappoint, nor did the nearby foreshore trail...I saw this little green wonder bursting out of a tree stump...They weren't of the same genus, but they adapted to one another... quite well... 

empathy...

Somehow, the outrage and fear boiling over in the world, seems to have no borders... geographical distance does not lessen the pain and hurt... not at all...

morning skies...

My day begins, hoping to sort through some discordant, sad feelings and give them a positive shape... I'm going to start with washing my hair...and then going out in my world by the sea...

universal scream...

I feel there is a desperate cry out there in the world at the moment... Some voice the cry...others hold it in and weep helpless tears... It feels as if there is a political and social madness with no hope of clear direction...But there is still culture, there is still environmental empathy...waiting quietly to light the way... Soon that light will be noticed...and we will follow...

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