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!)
Something strikes me as delightfully Winnie-the-Pooh-ish about this scene.
I *adore* this old car.
Some time ago I was off exploring with my camera (so I thought!), and came across this treasure. As it happened, I had my camera bag, a bunch of lenses, spare batteries… but my camera was home on the table. Crushing!
This was worth driving back for. Just to stand and imagine the history of this old beauty…
It’s that time of year.
Hello Bloggy friends,
Would you be so kind as to cast your artiest eyes over these two pics, and give me your thoughts on the composition, specifically, the issues of cropping and focal point.
Here is Blossy loving Angus. I don’t mind this shot, but something about it doesn’t feel right.
After cropping I think it has more interest, but.. does it change the subject from Blossy to Angus, or does it make it .. feel like it has no subject at all because Blossy is sharp and Angus isn’t? I feel that cropping as I have makes Angus the subject (therefore he should be in focus..?)
If you’d share your thoughts on this one, I’d be grateful!
I have a fancy for old, dilapidated buildings. I don’t know what it is.. maybe it’s the way you can feast your imagination on the history of them. But whatever it is, I can’t go past one.
All the ingredients for a glorious day.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains
Of ragged mountain ranges
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
Little of Australia’s landscape could ever be described as ‘pretty’, but I find a beauty in the harshness of the bush, and can’t go past trees with this array of texture.
… but still singing. : )
We’ve been in the country. Deep in the country.
If you don’t count the extensive flooding, and waking to the sound of cows licking the windows at 5am each day, it was a lot of fun. No, really it was. I like the country a lot. Cows… not so much.
Hope you all had a restful time over the break, and that 2011 will be a blessed time of new beginnings.
He was an unwilling guest at afternoon tea. Knowing that nature study is a part of our school program, our friends hosted this fellow until we came over to visit. It’s sweet and lovely to have friends who will handle prickly reptiles for you.
There were the live variety, too, but I steered clear of them. They had a lone gosling in their midst and looked ready to defend it.
Life is full of beautiful things, and charming mysteries, and friends to be thankful for.