a Mendelssohn overture— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
whimsical limbs
engage in
a silent dance with
morning reflections #tanka https://t.co/H3U0VBUd95
the Tzu Chi spirit— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
of Great Love
rings constantly
in the day of
a Zulu mother #tanka https://t.co/yEr8vrPRg8
tuned to the eyes— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
of night lights
a lone walker
disconnects
from shadows #tanka https://t.co/n5CBA362EZ
sands of time— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
en masse
a manic tsunami
in slow motion
intent on mob rule #tanka
See eerie pictures inside Kolmanskop, a Namibian ghost town https://t.co/O0Gvp5q2o1 via @NatGeoTravel
squall of lights above— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
flashlights on the prowl
darkness shifts
the bland by day to
sci-fi by night #tanka https://t.co/OYMDPgljNU
anyone's dreaming place— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
where waters
foam and pulse
and the world is all about
sea and sky #PoArtMo #tanka
NOTE: 2 images overlaid - one of Rosebud beach and foreshore + one of the lake + cormorant at the Enchanted Adventure Garden, Arthurs Seat pic.twitter.com/P598JtfYnP
in the small world— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
tiny wings
and floral life
complement colours
secretly #PoArtMo #tanka
NOTE: This is another surreal image - 2 macro photos overlaid. The photos were taken at the Enchanted Adventure Garden, Arthurs Seat. pic.twitter.com/32Mt6q0c7U
quiet hours— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
of half-lit morning
horse and rider
navigate
the freeway surf#PoArtMo #tanka
NOTE: I love doing experimental photography...esp overlaying my photos to create a surreal effect...This one is of riders exercising horses, very early morning at Balnarring Beach... pic.twitter.com/et3cewr7oG
Some of my kookaburra family on top of the mountain, at Arthurs Seat... back in the day...— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
cute teletubbies
with feathers
a family
laughter chorus is
never far away #tanka pic.twitter.com/4epiFG6a4V
Miss my wanders to Hastings...a mere 30km or so away...Must try to be brave and dare to wander back again...But not today...Just found this image from 2016 in my collection. Photographed at Hastings. Patience up close. The big feathered guys take front row. The small fry get the pickings...if there's any.— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
pelican dominance
when fresh fish
is on the menu
size of the diners
matters #tanka pic.twitter.com/K9mO3Q6exA
Apart from the amazing fact that this moment happened at all, is the more amazing fact that it is a regular event... I am even surprised that these 2 allowed a photographer to get close enough to capture them...The back story on this image is amazing. We see here 2 widowed penguins. They are poised on a rock overlooking the Melbourne skyline... The white one is an elderly lady. These 2 meet regularly here...https://t.co/qZH8g3WMDB https://t.co/kYMpPMl2DQ— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 7, 2020
This moment is locked into my memory as something rather special... I was with a partner at the time who had an adventurous, spur of the moment spirit... It was nothing to suddenly pack our bags on a Friday night after work and escape to the Blue Mountains for the weekend...This particular Saturday night, no one in their right mind should have been out...It was a vicious storm, with lots of thunder and lightning and belting rain...But we were, wandering rain-washed streets in Katoomba...We could hear a tinkling of sorts between thunderclaps and tried to locate the sound...That is when we discovered the bookshop...door closed but lights on... The man inside was playing a grand piano...He waved us in...So in we went...The man just kept playing, saying nothing...We wandered looking at the books for a bit, then settled on the old wooden stairs leading, we presumed, up to more books...We sat on the stairs awhile, and just listened to the man playing Mozart and other works...while the thunder and lightning played along with him...I can't remember just how it all ended...But I do know when we eventually emerged from the shop, the storm had abated, but we could still hear all the music echoing in the darkness...More details on this special moment are on my blog:https://t.co/jzUDZbUReh— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 6, 2020
life's storms
may offer
some unforgettable
music
awakening the spirit #tanka pic.twitter.com/KzFA3WsJH4
I am now at a stage in life where I appreciate connections with people, but also value my solitude, where my thoughts can create without boundaries and too many demands...There is a special high when you find someone is on your wavelength... But there are many wavelengths in life... It is important to know if the wavelengths coming in, synchronise or intersect, are they friendly or invasive...And, if friendly, can they last...You can't really know a person in the blink of an eye. Perhaps you may sense their colours, but you can't really grasp their wheel of fortune and their role as the spinner, their role in their stories in a Twitter flash. And most importantly, where is their dreaming?... pic.twitter.com/LDjIOi15Xd— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 6, 2020
Kookaburras sense change. They also sense people. If you're lucky, and they live close by, you may feel part of their family. I do.Old Amos is right. 1 of many stories. Some years ago, I moved from mountain top to partway down the mountain. On one packing day, 2 kookaburras flew either side of my homebound car. After moving, kookaburras appeared. Neighbours said never around here before. Still here. pic.twitter.com/xpMg6ZDZHJ— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 6, 2020
