Nina Joan

Category: Travel

| 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

| 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

| those who will risk | 

  
Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go.

~T. S. Eliot

| in search of undiscovered skies |

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| in search of undiscovered skies |

~ Henry Kendall

| the road goes ever on and on |

  
| The Road goes ever on and on,

Down from the door where it began.

Now far ahead the Road has gone,

And I must follow, if I can |

~ J. R. R. Tolkien

| when words become unclear |

  
| when words become unclear, I shall focus with photographs. When images become inadequate, I shall be content with silence |

~ Ansel Adams

the wings of angels

  

| the wings of angels are often found on the backs of the least likely people| ~ Eric Honeycutt

| I have been one acquainted with the night |

  
| I have been one acquainted with the night | ~Robert Frost 

slow down and enjoy life

  

| slow down and enjoy life. It’s not only the scenery you miss by going too fast – you also miss the sense of where you are going and why |

~ Eddie Cantor

| life is a great big canvas |

  
| Life is a great big canvas, and you should throw all the paint on it you can | ~ Danny Kaye

| nature is the art of God|

  
| nature is the art of God| Dante Alghieri

|thoughts come clearly when one walks |

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|thoughts come clearly when one walks |

~ Thomas Mann

o colour of the world

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O, Colour of the world, but I can find you, most tender, pure and clear.

~ Dorothea Mackellar

(Excerpt From the Poem – Colour)

| start where you are | 

  
| start where you are. distant fields always look greener, but opportunity lies right where you are. take advantage of every opportunity of service |

 ~ Robert J. Collier

| great things are done when men and mountains meet |

  
 | great things are done when men and mountains meet |

~ William Blake

| all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us |

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| all we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us |

J. R. R. Tolkien

| these are the days that must happen to you |

 
| These are the days that must happen to you |

~ Walt Whitman

| o radiant dark |

 
O radiant Dark! O darkly fostered ray!

Thou hast a joy too deep for shallow Day.

~ George Eliot

oh spring

     
| oh spring. I’m so glad you’re here |

| down by the river | 

   
 
           | The Brisbane River |

long live the weeds and the wildness yet

 
| 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

forget not that the earth delights…

  
| Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. |

~ Kahlil Gibran

twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard

 
Twilight – a time of pause when nature changes her guard. All living things would fade and die from too much light or too much dark, if twilight were not.

Howard Thurman

o, sunlight! the most precious gold to be found on earth

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O, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth

~Roman Payne

so throw off the bowlines. sail away from the safe harbor.

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Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.

So throw off the bowlines.

Sail away from the safe harbor.

Catch the trade winds in your sails.

Explore.

Dream.

Discover.

~ Mark Twain

towered cities please us then

 
| towered cities please us then,
and the busy hum of men |

– John Milton

| nature’s symphony |

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I wandered by the lake one afternoon, amongst the tall trees and lush, green grass. The air was cool. A soft breeze drifted past my cheek and gently touched my hair. Through the moment I observed such peace and serenity that I lingered there for a while to watch, listen, and feel the beauty of the surrounding land. Almost at once everything seemed to pause in anticipation. Nature was preparing for a grand crescendo of glory. Nature’s symphony first movement began with lively songs of birds echoing across the water, the tall gum trees swayed along with the gentle breeze. The sunlight played with daring colours over the canvas of the sky. As the second movement began the breeze settled gently and made the water clear as glass. Clouds danced their waltz in pastel colours upon the mirror of sky and water. The third movement belonged to the birds. Gracefully, they gave their solos, gliding upon the reflections of the sky. All the while this played on; shadows began to grow amongst the trees, telling of the coming dusk. Yet, nature’s symphony had one final movement to play. And with a final triumphant display of light and glory, the sun shone radiantly with all of its beauty and strength. The last light sparkled and flickered through the gum tree’s leaves as the sun was pulled behind the mountains. Nature’s symphony had concluded and gave itself over to the dusk. The symphony of nature was a symphony of beauty.

Written by

 Nina Joan

one touch of nature makes the whole world kin

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| one touch of nature makes the whole world kin |

~ William Shakespeare

 forever is composed of nows

  | forever is composed of nows | 

~  Emily Dickinson

nature’s heart beats strong amid the hills

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| nature’s heart beats strong amid the hills |

~ Richard Monckton Milnes

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