86% waxing Gibbous Moon taken with iPhone 5
winter
Solar flare, boat with a crane
After the stormy skies yesterday, Lambton Harbour, Wellington, New Zealand was as still as a mill pond today.
Lunatic lines
Chilly overcast day
Blue and grey
Workers have fled
Black and red
Trial and error
White ‘n’ yella
Flamingos in the mist
After a break of only one week I have found it incredibly difficult to get back into the swing of life in Sydney. The memory of our vacation in the uncomplicated, tropical Winter climate of Port Douglas stands in stark contrast to the daily routine of (relative) cold, traffic and gym based exercise life to which I have returned.
Making sense of the polarised forces at work have highlighted what a cluttered life I lead, holding on to too much emotionally and physically. It is no wonder that I feel sluggish as I haul the baggage of my past around with me. I stand facing a barricade of feelings and possessions that I need to clear from my path.
Winter beauties
Like a person possessed I have accumulated quite a number of pictures of flowers while in Port Douglas, Australia. The one on the left is a member of the ginger family, I have no idea what the other two are, any suggestions would be gratefully received.
Winter swim
Do I really have to go in the pool again?
Morning shadows
Huge terracotta pots line the walkway to the villas. Each one is home to small fish, papyrus and water lilies.
Tropical beauty
The Pink Flamingo Resort is home away from home; 10 villas with their own courtyards, (inside and) outside baths and showers. This is a picture of a water lily taken just outside our villa.
Tropical winter breeze
A three hour flight north to Cairns, far from the hustle and bustle of Sydney. A comfortable 28oC is plenty warm enough for shorts and tee shirts. I love tropical north Queensland, deep red, orange and pink flowers of the ginger plants contrast beautifully against so many shades of vibrant green. There was a strong breeze blowing in from the Pacific while we were having lunch in Palm Cove.
Winter show
Drifting, floating on the breeze,
Come to rest high in the trees.
Sitting soft, held aloft,
Among the gold, falling leaves,
Gentle gust; limp ribbon weaves.
Relief from grey; colours glow,
Sad to see them deflate, slow.
Once a joy filled play toy:
Red; yellow; pink; orange; green;
Rainbow hues can still be seen.
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved
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