I’ve been far too long in the city. There is something about being in a living landscape that makes all right again with the world.
Missed the focus. Kicking myself as I loved this shot.
It was maybe the ten. millionth. time. (Mr BB is so prone to exaggeration!) that I asked to stop and take a picture of something. Some things you just have to stop for. Such as a pic of the water from the old rickety bridge … you know the sort that has no sides and the planks rattle when you drive over? Well, just when I was thinking we would probably be shot at then buried in a shallow grave by the fearsome looking locals who were out in force fishing with their six dawgs (each!) and their monster 4WD’s with huge spotties and (oh, pardon my sweeping generalisations) but as they turned as one to stare at us, it just so happened that the song audible from the window I was hanging a camera out of, was “It’s alright to be a redneck” by Alan Jackson*.
Wasn’t that perfectly opportune?
*(I offer no explanation of why I own that on CD. Some things are better left a mystery!)
It might not actually be that. It could be for yowies. :D
Curtis falls, Mt Tambourine.
Rainforest sights are soul nurturing.
(okay, NOT the leeches and ticks, but they are such a tiny percentage of the landscape! )
I love the rainforest!
Greetings from sunny Queensland!
As I am not a member, I have to thank you here for the kind words you’ve posted about my pictures. Thank you!
This post is for you… Aussies away from home! ♥
Here’s my mate Bob, boiling the billy at Lost World, Lamington national park.
Tossing in some tea… (It was a stiff brew, I can tell you!)
Then give her a swing… and teach the nippers about the properties of centrifugal force.
And Bob’s your uncle. I’d show you us drinking the tea, but.. we were busy drinking. Here’s the view instead…
Thanks for coming to visit!
It rained a few days previous to our girls weekend adventure at Mt Tamborine. The faint hearted among my friends refused to walk to Curtis Falls with me because of the increased likelihood of being eaten up by leeches on the way. Leeches are gross. Ticks are not much nicer, and there was a sign warning of them (as if you can see and avoid!) at the start of the walk.
But Bloggy friends, it was worth the risk. (I can say that with a sense of the cavalier now that I have come through the ordeal unscathed by any blood sucking parasites… )
Life is richer for seeing a waterfall. :-)
…and you can always carry salt
A line of trees is a bit like an old building, or.. old letters, or.. any of those other things I can’t go past. No idea why I like them, I just do.
Today, our New Year’s Day, was delicious.
Bowl of cherries for brekker. (Could only be improved by the addition of some King Island Dairy triple brie.. but you can’t have everything.)
A trip to Springbrook National Park to see the natural arch. (Here, it most definitely would have been improved if I’d brought my tripod, and someone to carry it! Must have groaned over not having it about.. oh.. a hundred times.)
Being in the Gold Coast vicinity, we hit the beach. About half an hour of the beach completely fulfils my beachy needs, and I left Mr BB and the crowd, to read my non-school fluffy chic lit book and eat slightly melty Lindt.
That, bloggy friends, is a perfect start to the year.
Hope yours is as glorious.