Tuesday, October 29, 2013

That Golden Glow

Carmi, of Written.Inc, has set "That Golden Glow" for this week's Thematic Photographic theme. 
Like him, I also love late afternoon and early morning light, which bring a golden glow to the land. 

It was very late afternoon when we reached the Twelve Apostles on the Great Ocean Road between 
Melbourne and South Australia. 
The rocks positively radiated warm golden light:



This is the famous cat which lives in the Hagia Sophia in Istanbul - famous because 
President Obama stroked him when they met. 
He stands in the warm evening sun which is coming in low through the stained glass:


And sunlight shining through flax leaves outside my classroom turns them golden...


Have a golden Thursday!

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Naturally dirty ... TP 266

At certain times of the year we get sea lettuce growing in our local estuary - it can get 
really bad, making things unpleasant for windsurfers and yachties.


It washes up onto the foreshore, leaving a thick carpet of green when it is at its worst. When there are piles of it on the sand, decomposing in the sun, it smells horrible because of its high sulphur content.
There wasn't a great deal around when I took these photos.



Of course, Manu has to check it out.



See more at Written Inc

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Thematic Streetscapes

For Thematic Photographic 265, Carmi has set the theme of Streetscapes. To see his and other pictures on this intriguing theme, go here.

Last week in New Plymouth, I came across a lovely bed of poppies in the middle of a 
3-street intersection:





Two days earlier, in Wanganui on a quiet morning, this was the view:



Monday, October 14, 2013

Tuesday Poem



I have been reading this poem with my Year 13 class, and like it so much that I thought I would post it here. Earlier this year, we read "The Things They Carried", Tim O'Brien's powerful novel about the Vietnam War.



What Were They Like?

1) Did the people of Viet Nam
        use lanterns of stone?
2) Did they hold ceremonies
        to reverence the opening of buds?
3) Were they inclined to quiet laughter?
4) Did they use bone and ivory,
        jade and silver, for ornament?
5) Had they an epic poem?
6) Did they distinguish between speech and singing?

1) Sir, their light hearts turned to stone.
        It is not remembered whether in gardens
        stone lanterns illumined pleasant ways.
2) Perhaps they gatherered once to delight in blossom,
        but after the children were killed
        there were no more buds.
3) Sir, laughter is bitter to the burned mouth.
4) A dream ago, perhaps. Ornament is for joy.
        All the bones were charred.
5) It is not remembered. Remember,
        most were peasants; their life
        was in rice and bamboo.
        When peaceful clouds were reflected in the paddies
        and the water buffalo stepped surely along terraces,
        maybe fathers told their sons old tales.
        When bombs smashed those mirrors
        there was time only to scream.
6) There is an echo yet
        of their speech which was like a song.
        It was reported their singing resembled
        the flight of moths in moonlight.
        Who can say? It is silent now.

Denise Levertov


1971






 Images: here and here

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

What I saw on my holidays...


I saw...
trees dressed in their spring green:



a fascinating wind farm:


 


a desirable beachside residence:



gorgeous Botanical gardens:



pretty small towns:



intrepid surfers:


 an extremely cool footbridge:




and lots of baby ducks.


No doubt I shall expand further on these topics in future posts!


My best vacation is somewhere I could hide, 
somewhere warm and not a lot of people around. 
~Derek Jeter