via Daily Prompt: Risky
Some people worry about Dingoes, and feel it is too risky to be around them. This one came to us at Kathleen Springs. They’re bigger than a Kelpie or a Border Collie, but not by much. Definitely doesn’t have the power jaw of an Alsatian or a Doberman, and tends to saunter rather than run. This was no different to the other Dingoes we encountered. Small, lean, wary, timid but not frightened (too used to human presence nowadays), not aggressive in any way. Certainly not a risk.
The halfway point as we ascend Kasprovy Wierch in the Tatra Mountains, in southern Poland. I hate heights, but I really wanted to experience both the cable car and the mountain, so I did, it was fabulous and well worth the journey up. The view was spectacular and the feeling was one of exhilaration. Passion trumps fear every time.
Filed under Country, nature
via Daily Prompt: Succumb
I grew up in semi-rural Nottinghamshire, I loved country rambling, exploring streams and ponds, groves of trees and the farms at the end of our encroaching housing estate. Migrating to Australia, I was hampered by urban living, country trips were rare even though my father loved them.
When I married Lyn we moved to her family home in the shire of Northam, a farming property. I succumbed to the charm of country living immediately, and we ventured far and wide across the wheatbelt. Eventually covering most of the southern half of Western Australia. There are still some roads to go down, but I recently highlighted the roads I have been down and its more than a few, partly because I take the road less travelled (to reference one of my fave poets Robert Frost).
I see the open road, and I’m immediately drawn. I succumb to the urge to go and look, to explore, to ramble on as the song says (Led Zeppelin: ‘Ramble On’). The more I look at this photo the more I want to just set off.
via Daily Prompt: Exceptional
On our recent trip out bush, we stopped in Gwalia for a time and had a look at the museum. Steam engines, steam locomotives, ancient motor vehicles of all types. And there were graders too, as shown above. They were amazing pieces of machinery, tractor or horse drawn, but those who operated them must have been exceptional given that they were working in very demanding situations in the bush. Making those dirt roads and maintaining them must have been bloody hard work in those harsh and unforgiving conditions. When you look at the sophisticated machinery of today (computerised, gps, airconditioned cabs) and the fact that it is still hard work, it makes me wonder how much harder it was with flimsy, basic machinery like in this photo. It would have required strength and patience, wisdom and commitment, and for months on end.