My entry for a couple of photo challenges: My Place in the world and Jennifer’s One Word Photo Challenge — Pelican.
Pelecanus conspicillatus splash landing
Pelicans have lived along the Cooks River since at least the Dreaming, I learned from a book I’m reading about the river: River Dreaming. They are called Goolay’yari by the local Aboriginal people and feature in creation stories.
The Cooks River is an important place to me. I live a ten minute walk from these pelicans. I have been picnicking, bird-watching, riding bikes and walking along the river for twenty years. I’ve hosted and been to birthday parties and attended kid’s soccer matches and training in the parks along the riverbanks. I’ve blogged about it numerous times. I even wrote an essay about it for uni.
I love the river, imperfect as it is, so that’s why this post is also a contribution to this week’s WordPress photo challenge: My place in the world. Continue reading
Yesterday I was a tourist in my own city. I blame Laura Ingalls Wilder.
Narrow boards, girders and gaps: Sydney Harbour Bridge, seen from below.
When I found out that the theme for this week’s Photo Challenge is ‘spare’, I immediately thought of spare time. Perhaps this is because I’ve been sick and have had loads of spare time but no energy to make good use of it.
I have a long list of things that I like to do in my spare time.
For a start, I like walking, and as all my walking friends will tell you, rolling their eyes at how I delay them, I also like to stop and take lots of photos along the way. But no-one was around to be bothered when I snapped this view between the wires while walking on a hill top trail in California a couple of years ago.
This week, the WordPress photo challenge is to depict someone or something we admire.
I admire musicians.
I admire their skill and focus.
Wassada, led by Moussa Diakite, performing recently at the Django bar in Sydney.
I admire their ability to set aside difference and appreciate the best of each others’ musical cultures.
These photos, taken by my father in the 1950s, show a landscape that I love.