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
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.
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.
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
Be careful when you ride beside the river, that you don’t lose your bike.
I had to be careful when taking this pic, that I didn’t drop my phone into the mud. Continue reading
Early one morning after a big storm in Sydney, I discovered this car on the footpath beside the river.
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
I walked a little further than usual this afternoon, and this was my reward.
Today I had my photo taken with a mud-filled coke can that one of the Cooks River clean-up crews, the Mud Crabs, had fished out from among the mangrove roots. I was just passing by and had stopped to chat and sign up to their mailing list. He wanted someone to pose with the can, thumbs down. I was more than happy to oblige, I hate the rubbish that finds its way into this beautiful waterway.
I don’t have that picture, but later in the day I went for another walk, and this is what I saw.
A relic of our civilisation? Not one that I’m proud of.
See more relics here.