Lens artist challenge – reflections


Reflections are one of the rewards of walking and bird-watching along the Cooks River and adjacent wetlands.

tea trees reflected in water

Black-winged stilt and tea trees at Landing Lights wetland

brown duck surrounded by reflections of reeds in water

A duck among the reeds at the ponds at Cup and Saucer Creek

reflection of power poles Reflected power poles and buildings remind me we are still in the city — it’s easy to forget sometimes.
pelican reflected swimming in dark waterBut the rubbish that litters our waterways is a sad reflection of human nature.

Egret and rubbish bin

Egret and rubbish bin

red drive-on toy car on mud flat.Thanks to Patti for the theme this week:

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge: #25 Reflections

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Pelican

My entry for a couple of photo challenges: My Place in the world and Jennifer’s One Word Photo Challenge — Pelican.

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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

Surprise!

I’m back. Well, briefly back. Just like mushrooms, I’m not sure how long I’ll last. The past 7 months I’ve been studying (Environmental Management) and it hasn’t left much time for blogging. 

Mushrooms are often a surprise, appearing out of nowhere, vanishing within days.
Find more surprises at the Weekly Photo Challenge.

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

Achievement

Early one morning after a big storm in Sydney, I discovered this car on the footpath beside the river.

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For a few moments I imagined it dredged from the river bed by the wild storm surge and surfing the waves over the fence. What an achievement! Continue reading