|beside the lake, beneath the trees|

| beside the lake, beneath the trees |

~ William Wordsworth

| nights by the river |

| sunsets & silhouettes|

Lake Samsonvale, Queensland

| towered cities |

| wilderness and wet |

| What would the world be, once bereft 

Of wet and wildness? Let them be left,

O let them be left, wildness and wet,

Long live the weeds and the wildness yet |

~Gerard Manley Hopkins, Inversnaid

| cool morning hues |

Glass House Mountains, Queensland

| along the condamine river |

| then followed that beautiful season… summer…|

Then followed that beautiful season… Summer….

Filled was the air with a dreamy and magical light; and the landscape

Lay as if new created in all the freshness of childhood.

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

| somewhere |

| half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness |

 ~Ray Bradbury

| by the banks of the river |

| by the banks of the river, Condamine |

Warrick, Queensland 

| the road less travelled |

Stanthorpe, Queensland

| the harbour |

| a ship is safe in harbor, but that’s not what ships are for | 

~ William G.T. Shedd

| jacaranda season |

| splendour of ended day |

| splendour of ended day | ~ Walt Whitman 

| that freedom bold |

| how does the meadow flower its bloom unfold? because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold | 

~William Wordsworth 

| here is the world |

| here is the world. beautiful and terrible things will happen. don’t be afraid|

~Frederick Buechner

| if winter comes, can spring be far behind? |

| if winter comes, can spring be far behind? | 

~ Percy Bysshe Shelley

| every flower | 

| ‘Tis my faith that every flower

Enjoys the air it breathes! |

~William Wordsworth 

| beautiful places | 

| all gardeners live in beautiful places because they make them so |

– Joseph Joubert

| to autumn | 

| season of mists and mellow fruitfulness | 

To Autumn by John Keats 

| sometimes things must fade | 

| do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again | ~ unknown 

| find the beautiful |

| though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not |

 ~Ralph Waldo Emerson 

| beauty in the sky |

| still waters |

| still waters | 

| these are the hues of the land I love |

  

| these are the hues of the land that I love |

 ~ Dorothea Mackellar

| there is a path |

  

over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley 

~ Theodore Roethke

| there is a path |

  

although it may not be seen from the valley. over every mountain there is a path, although it may not be seen from the valley 

~ Theodore Roethke

| carry on, my soul |

  

 Carry on! Carry on!

Fight the good fight and true;

Believe in your mission, greet life with a cheer;

There’s big work to do, and that’s why you are here.

Carry on! Carry on!

 Let the world be the better for you;

And at last when you die, let this be your cry!

Carry on, my soul! Carry on!

~ Robert W. Service

| to watch a sunset |

  
It is almost impossible to watch a sunset and not dream

~ Bern Williams

| the river called Brisbane |

  
| the river called Brisbane |

| beautiful things |

  
| every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It is enough to drive one mad | 

~ Claude Monet 

| flowers |

  

| flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world | ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

| things that matter |

  
| Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter |

 ~ Martin Luther King Jnr

| o radiant morning |

  

| o radiant morning | ~ William Blake