— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 14, 2020
Connecting moments in my peninsula world, my Australia and beyond...Whatever speaks to my thalassophile soul in these tidal days...
Sunday, 14 June 2020
molasses and frost...
Molasses, fans and warm water are helping farmers fight off frost to save crops. Citrus grower Mark Doecke uses a molasses mixture to coat the fruit to give trees more energy. - ABC Rural - Facebookhttps://t.co/ZcGKkEiyjp pic.twitter.com/k9EgKGnNXT— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 14, 2020
harvesting pecans...
A novel way to harvest pecans... shake...shake...shake...https://t.co/1E0WhUVaD7— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 14, 2020
a Queensland sunset...
A Queensland sunset...at St Lawrence.— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 14, 2020
Photo by Bruce Ehrlich - ABC Rural - Facebookhttps://t.co/MoBFzFIZ0n pic.twitter.com/xGkYpFfPpP
sunset over countryside...
Jenny Measday was travelling from Mount Gambier to Naracoorte in South Australia last Friday with her husband when they pulled off to the side of the road to capture this amazing sunset! https://t.co/zhqn3FXEZa pic.twitter.com/HDIr4Tvu00— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 14, 2020
emu eggs...
Emu eggs are the most amazing shade of blue...Bonnie Maynard found these emu eggs on her property in Central Queensland. She's seen a couple here and there before the drought. The rain earlier this year that brought them back? https://t.co/8StjeEDfDG pic.twitter.com/C7HaXirXvW— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 14, 2020
old Amos again...
I went out to yonder gumtree hills today to see Old Amos.— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 14, 2020
He was sitting in the soft June sun.
The old dog at his feet.
He said, "here me boy, get hold of them tweezers in the draw in there for me...bloody splinters."
1/3
I feel shades of Henry Lawson in these stories...but only shades...the yarn spinning shades...But the main difference is that these stories of old Amos are grounded in that limbo reality between yesterday and today...3/3— Tim Mallon (@PatMalo85776814) June 14, 2020
He was silent.
I continued with the tweezers.
Then old Amos said, " I remember my mother taking ironbark splinters outa me when I was a boy."
And old Amos didn't say another word; and we sat in the soft sunshine and looked at the hills...
slate...
— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 14, 2020This post is intriguing...so much slate preserving so much of time...
beach patterns...
I like the mix of foam-topped waves and troughs of melted foam...beach patterns— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 13, 2020
sandy impressions
of yesterdays
incoming swells of
white mandalas #tanka pic.twitter.com/bZmLiN0VB3
walking a winter beach...
Usually, when people choose to walk a winter beach, they are not only well rugged up but also alone... The beach becomes a dreaming space... no frills... no demands... no rules... It's a great slice of life to experience... pic.twitter.com/OjWfVqWSTA— Gemma Wiseman (@AuraGem) June 13, 2020
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