|thoughts come clearly when one walks |
~ Thomas Mann
O, Colour of the world, but I can find you, most tender, pure and clear.
~ Dorothea Mackellar
(Excerpt From the Poem – Colour)
| the ocean is a mighty harmonist |
~ William Wordsworth
| ‘Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.’ |
― L.M. Montgomery,
O, Sunlight! The most precious gold to be found on Earth
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.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
From ‘The Lake Isle of Innisfree’
~ William Butler Yeats
“… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown …”
~ John Keats
‘I must have flowers, always, and always’
~ Claude Monet
“But he who dares not grasp the thorn
Should never crave the rose’
~ Anne Brontë
‘Never say there is nothing beautiful in the world anymore.
There is always something to make you wonder in the shape of a tree,
the trembling of a leaf’
~ Albert Schweitzer
Living in Queensland means that there are many summer storms. We had a few rather interesting storms in late November this year.
These two photographs were taken on separate days and thankfully there wasn’t any hail or damage.
The daunting cloud formations show that we could be in for an exciting summer:)
Views from the mountain down the valley.
You can also see some of the Glass House Mountains.
Mt Mee, Queensland
Mt Mee, Queensland
Summer break has finally started so I thought I would get back into photography.
I went for a drive into the mountains and national park. The hills always seem so green and luscious.
There is something about the cool mountain air that always leaves on refreshed.
Hope you are having a great week:)