Daily Post Weekly Challenge

Mullinmurr

Story: Uncle Freddie Dowling, Artist: Anderson Hunt

This a sculpture along the Bullawah Cultural Trail telling the creation story of the platypus. Platypus (Mullinmurr) was born of mismatched love of Widjul (black duck) and Nunjarri (water rat), who were forced into a nomadic life due to their union. The Mullinmurr story explores the playful side of relationships and the dangers of forbidden love.

You can watch the story and learn more by watching this video:

Prompt: Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, Word: transient 

Photos by Sarah, Scribblings by Sarah

The River Gang

Brassy sunlight streams through the trees. The trail is bracing and I can see my breath stretching in front of me, as if leading the way.

I bask in the sounds of nature and listen to the early morning bird song as I walk. Magpies mainly. They are warbling and gargling their happy tunes. It lifts my heart.

I round a bend in the track and I catch myself thinking how lucky I am to live in such a beautiful part of Australia. Rural enough to have a bush walk on my doorstep any day I please, but country town enough to not want for anything.

I cross the swing bridge and stare into the almost perfect mirror image reflected by the still waters of the Ovens River. The calm, glass-like water soothing my busy mind.

About a kilometre into the walk, is the rail bridge. Every time I do this walk it is always striking – a juxtaposition of steel and technology against the backdrop of green gum trees. Pylons plunging their fingers into the muddy water below. Its red metal skin screaming, “Look at me”. And I do. Every time. It draws my eye and distracts me from the nature I’ve come to see.

Today, for the first time, I notice some graffiti. Someone has spray painted RIVER GANG along the side of one of the girders. I feel curious about who they might be. Who is the ‘river gang’ ? What’s their purpose? Why did they feel it necessary to declare their presence in this otherwise, tranquil, isolated place? 

As I draw closer, I see more graffiti, scribbling and scrawling, demanding a reaction. I could feel sad. I could become enraged about this blemish on our trail. However, I find it ironic that despite their attempted destruction, I can still find the beauty.

By Sarah ©2017


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Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: brassy
Prompt 2: Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie, Saturday’s Mix 3rd June 2017

Free Verse, Poetry by Sarah

Feral Fox

Cracking open a red wine
We’ve had cellared for a while.
Remembering our trip to D’areys,
Made me stop and a smile.

We tasted and we swished
The red liquid round and round.
Until we had decided,
The best wines to be found

Many purchases were made that day.
They’ve lasted quite some years.
There’s nothing better in winter,
Than wine (it sure beats beers!)

So as I pour my portion,
And swill it in my glass.
I think 8.4 standard drinks,
Is actually a farce.

The way I pour my red wine,
Is more generous than some.
I will probably be a ‘feral fox’
By the time this bottle’s done.

By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Daily Post Daily Prompt, Word: portion

Scribblings by Sarah

Two Girls and Giant Hotdogs

This is a picture (of sorts) of my bestie, Clare, and me. Though separated by more than 800kms, our friendship endures, in part, due to our love of the Giant German Hotdogs from the German Arms Hotel in Hahndorf, SA. I regularly make the trip for a visit to Adelaide to see Clare, and each time, we MUST visit Hahndorf and partake in our hotdog tradition. We’ve never missed a bite of the kransky since 2009.

Prompt: Daily Post Photo Challenge, friend