With Wings That Are Free

“Birds have wings; they’re free; they can fly where they want when they want. They have the kind of mobility many people envy.” ~Roger Tory Peterson

On our way out to the outback, we stopped at a local cafe in Manildra, NSW for an old-fashioned or traditional breakfast with coffee, toast, fried eggs and sausages. Taken last 31 July 2012 with Wendy.

A Speck in the Sky

“Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~Anton Chekhov

While the west proudly shows forth the sunset, the east brings its own glory far away up high in the sky; the moon at its speck like a dot on the horizon.

Same place at the outback, delightfully watching the sky after dinner. (31 July 2012).

ISP Medal

August 19-21, 2005, Wash DC, Hilton Hotel

Sentimental Journey

From Morphing Words in poetry

‘Tis incredible beyond measure
Life’s a secret made unfold
Behold the mystery unknown
When time reveals in sweet candour
Pure, sublime – a goal with valour.

The road is not an easy one
To tread along till travels end
Its groove too many; it’s rough, it’s tough
Its sordid scars claim sore defeat.

Trials shape courage and patience
Heaving meekness, spirit buoyed
Forging on, fortitude commands
Life is fearless, endurance proves
To those that master strength forebear.

Journey is adventure far advanced
Unplugged, emblazoned to its height
The goal in sight to fathom light
While dream soars high, the spirit drifts.
Here and then, the sentimental journey ends.

Copyright2005@LCD, All rights reserved

Author’s Note: This was written in Washington DC during the ISP Convention. My personal story of such a long tumultous journey that I have survived. The photo of this poem is the aerial view of California on my way back home from Washington DC.

Bare Tree

Trees are poems that earth writes upon the sky,
We fell them down and turn them into paper,
That we may record our emptiness.
~Kahlil Gibran

A bare tree in my yard.

Though bare, the tree looks majestic on a beautiful winter day like this. It is now seldom visited by our twittering friends. The sight is just as compelling as it looks. My photographic itch was at work, so here it goes.

…”ride a storm”

a scary ride to safety away from the threatening storm

“If you have to ride out a storm may you be blessed with a great situation in which to do so, safe passage when the time is right, and lots of success and happiness once the storm passes!” ~ Dr. Barbara Becker Holstein

Life in the Bush

Originally posted in May 26, 2009 from a defunct blog, Australia: Quadrat in Focus – this is my pictorial memoir taken during my brief Summer holiday over at Wilson’s farm, Clifton Grove, Orange, New South Wales.

Visible from Ophir Road

Donned in robe on a chilly breaking of dawn, I sneaked out from my room, while everybody was still asleep. Here I watched in silence as the day slowly came forth from darkness. I savored the country’s stillness to find solitude, feeling at peace with my soul. This is a Hay Farm for animal stock feeds.

When sunrise finally burst out from the east, the clouds formed a prismatic filter for the light to diffuse in the sky.

The beams were gladly received by the clouds. And darkness paved way for the light to prevail. Soft cool breeze was next to loveliness and kissed my grateful spirit; its own expression of gratitude that someone like me would rise up to watch the sky from dawn to light.

A Country Practice – the view of a country farm.

I bleat to call their attention. They turned around, bleat back and stood still for this pose.

I am truly grateful to the Wilson’s Family for having me in their rural property in Orange. This is to show you Marilyn and Peter and family how much I thoroughly enjoyed my stay with you there. It was a pleasure to see Phillip, the grandchildren and Sharon. I am very blessed knowing you. I love you all. Thanks for looking after me and providing me a memorable experience. Godspeed!~lcd.

The Sky Down Huka Falls

“The sky is the daily bread of the eyes.” ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

At last the chilling days and gloomy clouds passed away. Our last day in Taupo had been blessed with a beautiful grand day. We went for a country drive and visit this busy tourist hub called the Huka Falls.

“There’s beauty in the silver singing river, There’s beauty in the sunrise in the sky, But none of these and nothing else can match the beauty, That I remember in my true love’s eyes”~Bob Dylan quotes (American folksinger, b.1941)

“We’d never know how high we are, till we are called to rise; and then, if we are true to plan, our statures touch the sky”~Emily Dickinson quotes (American Poet who has been called the New England mystic, 1830-1886)

I feel sorry for these blokes who missed out the beauty hanging above their heads. Their focus is mainly down the water

rushing in loud roaring thunder and gushing down to Waikato River.

A dash of clouds

..Again with my humble 4.0 pixels Canon digicam, this picture was
taken sometime in May 2007. I was viewing the ocean from the balcony at
Whale Beach when I looked over my right shoulder, this scenic skyline
captured my interest.

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Sweet Zephyr in the Blue

A different Koala

The highest focus I could get for that white clouds behind the fork branches. Sorry, there’s no koala in this ghost gum tree.

The Hill End Road where I used to wait for my bus going to Blacktown to catch a bus to the city or Doonside Railway Station to catch a train.

Bit of watermark stain from the bus window.

Drift along with the blue sky.

Quakers Hill, a suburb within a suburb, part of Blacktown, located in western Sydney. The photographs above were taken one drab autumn morning during my trip to the Northern Beaches. Quakers Hil is one of the most arid parts outside the city, where water restriction was placed on high that particular year I took these snapshots.

Sunrise to Daylight