Nina Joan

Tag: life

| somewhere  | 

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

 ~Ray Bradbury

| the harbour | 

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

~ William G.T. Shedd

| 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 

| art, the silent one, speaks volumes |


| Art, the silent one, speaks volumes|

~ Laurel Gasque


the wings of angels


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

| 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


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 |

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| the ocean is a mighty harmonist |

~ William Wordsworth

| 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

 with the new day comes new strength and new thoughts

| With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts. |
Eleanor Roosevelt

|I am glad to be alive in you |


| ‘Dear old world’, she murmured, ‘you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you.’ |

 L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables


the silent painting speaks 


| the silent painting speaks on the walls and does much good. |

Gregory of Nyssa

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


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

~Roman Payne

| the library |

| the library lets you borrow the beauty and keep the knowledge | unknown

towered cities please us then

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

– John Milton

| nature’s symphony |


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.

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 Nina Joan

I hear the lake…


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


“… the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown …”

~ John Keats

some sunshine in nature

‘I must have flowers, always, and always’


‘I must have flowers, always, and always’

~ Claude Monet

the rose

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“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’


‘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

city streets


Walking along the city streets of Brisbane.

the missing key



I hope you have enjoyed this time of year lovingly surrounded by family and friends.

Nina Joan


Post Card Perfect!


View of Brisbane City from Mt Cootha Lookout.

Stormy Weather



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:)

Valley Views


Views from the mountain down the valley.

You can also see some of the Glass House Mountains.

Mt Mee, Queensland

Mt Mee

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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:)

Through the Storm


Summer Colours


Bougainvillea Flowers

Under the Jacaranda Trees


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