The big ride

I got my first bike when I was 12, and promptly fell off it going down our gravel driveway too fast. I limped home with a bloodied knee, but this accident did not deter me. Once my tears had dried, I got back on the bike.
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The bike was blue, gearless, and it spelled freedom. I lived on a farm 5 miles out of town, but with the bike, I suddenly had mobility. Once I’d mastered the art of riding downhill, I explored the farm by bike. I rode to visit my cousins in one direction, my auntie and uncle in another, and the river where we used to swim, in yet another. Continue reading

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Weekly photo challenge: The world through my eyes

I love close ups of the natural world. The miniature worlds beneath our feet, or tucked away in stone cliffs beside us as we walk. And that’s all I’m going to say for today.

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Currarong.

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Leura cascades walk, Blue Mountains.
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Leura cascades walk.


This post was inspired by the WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge

Farm life

My Dad as a young man. I have no idea what this farm equipment is that he's pushing.

My Dad as a young man. I have no idea what this farm equipment is that he’s pushing.

My dad died in 2011 just a couple of months short of turning 98. If he were still alive, he’d be turning 100 today. So it seems fitting to celebrate the anniversary of his extraordinarily long life by sharing some of his photos. Continue reading

Weekly Photo Challenge: Curves

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One of the Sydney Park swans – on a holiday at the Cooks River.

The curve of a swan’s neck.

The curve of wings.

In close-up: The curves in the feathers.

I heard an Aboriginal man on radio say there were once huge flocks of black swans on the East Coast of Australia. Before the Europeans came. Continue reading