Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Pink Heath

Epacris impressa (Common Heath) – Victoria’s floral emblem. Shrub grows to 2m, flowers 1 to 2cm, colour ranging from white, pink, red, magenta, but very variable. 


Image credit By Sarah ©2017;   Bullace Glen, Grampians National Park, Victoria


Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 71 – pink


Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Pink Lake

About 10kms west of Dimboola, VIC, next to the Western Highway, you can find Pink Lake. This lake is easily viewed from the rest-stop beside the highway and you can walk down the path to the edge of the lake. The pink colour comes from a pigment secreted by algae which is more intense when there is water in the lake. During dry periods the salt lake appears more white due to the light reflected by salt crystals.

As you walk along the path to the lake, you will see yellow gums, buloke trees and paperbarks, giving way to the smaller and very distinctive salt tolerant plants that grow in this unique environment. 

Information source: http://www.dimboola.com.au and 360 cities (click this for a 360o panorama!)


Image credit By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, Week 71 – pink

Poetry by Sarah, Haibun

The Black


Image credit Laura Makabesku

The darkness had finally shown itself. Though she’d tried to keep it at bay, it had edged its way out. It had been a fluttering of feathers; tickling at her conscience. Then, an unfurling of wings, covering her hope. She tried to hold it close, clutching it to her breast. Tried to absorb it back into her soul, where all things secret lay. But it was too late; she was exposed for all to see and she was terrified. Rolling up her shadow and searching for light, she could find nothing, but the black. 


fallen from the light
the raven calls me again
shadows descending 


By Sarah ©2017


Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #177; Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge #47 – light and shadow

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Worlds Apart


The others went to bed while he took the night shift, keeping an eye on things. The silence emphasised that he was all alone.

He checked the computer. Everything seemed in order, so he let his mind wander. Glancing at the clock he noted it was 10:30pm. He wondered what she was doing right now. Was she indulging in her nightly beauty regime, getting ready for bed? Or perhaps she was watching her favourite show on Netflix, snuggled on the couch with their dogs? Probably the latter of the two, he decided. After all, it was the weekend and she didn’t need to get up early. 

His heart went cold, as he considered a third option. Maybe she was with someone else? He tried to dismiss the thought. You’re being paranoid, he told himself. He lifted out the photo he kept in his wallet and let his eyes run over her familiar features. He ached to hold her; tell her how much he loved her; how much he missed her. He let his finger draw the curve of her smile, and as he looked out the small panel window of the space station towards the blue-green sphere below, he wished for the thousandth time, that they weren’t worlds apart…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction, August 20th 2017

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Everlasting Love

mechanics of time
wound the clocks of good fortune
the summer we met

Though many years have passed, I remember as if it were yesterday; the way you sat shyly, shrinking into the corner at the restaurant. It was a mutual friend’s birthday celebration, yet this was the first time we had crossed paths. I sidled up to you, sensing your discomfort, and tried to put you at ease. Conversation was surprisingly effortless and soon the evening had whittled away. The pink hues of sunrise letting us know it was time to part. We exchanged numbers and eight years later, it is still the best decision I ever made. The shy young man, now, my self-assured husband.

vows long since exchanged
our precious hearts now complete
everlasting love




Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Heeding Haiku With Chèvrefeuille, August 16th 2017 – everlasting love

Task: The challenge for this week is to create a haibun themed “everlasting love” and of course there are a few rules … your haibun can have about 500 words (including the haiku) and your haiku has to follow the classical rules as there are e.g. the use of a seasonword and the 5-7-5 syllables count.

Photos by Sarah, Thursday Doors

Versailles

Technically, not a door, but thought this was too spectacular not to share. This is one of the gates from the Palace of Versailles at the ‘Versailles: Treasures from the Palace’ exhibition.


Image credit By Sarah ©2017;        Versailles Exhibition, National Gallery of Australia, ACT

Prompt: Norm 2.0, Thursday Doors – August 17, 2017 

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Silent Street

“Silent Street” – This stone alleyway forms one of the last parts of the Pinnacle Walk in the Grampians National Park, Victoria. Due to the high rock walls and almost fully enclosed nature of the gully, there is an eerie silence as you walk through.

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Week 70 – alley

Haibun, Poetry by Sarah

Amaltheia


Image credit Ooberxandxdavie6

The warm honey glow of the late afternoon sun, was a contrast to the prickling cool of the mountain air on her skin. She climbed to her vantage point, high above the valleys. The ‘T-tree’ had been formed one night when Zeus’ lightning bolt had cleaved it in two – destroying the wine-red leaves of Autumn. The remaining limbs had sagged and sighed their defeat, for it was Winter now and the cornucopia were full for the cold months ahead. It was from here she loved to watch over the world below. The mountain goats were drawn here also and she liked to imagine it was because they were summoned by her power; taking their place beside her in the stars.

nourishing earth’s child
Amaltheia; Capricorn;
goat goddess endures.


By Sarah ©2017

Author’s note: In Greek mythology, Amaltheia is the she-goat Goddess who nourished Zeus as an infant. In later years, Zeus broke off one of Her horns, which then became the cornucopia, providing sustenance for all earth’s creatures. Amaltheia’s themes are success, humor, reason, devotion and providence. Her symbols are goat, cornucopia and stars.  For Her diligence and service, Amaltheia was transformed into the constellation Capricorn, where She remains.

Source: Journeying to the Goddess


Image credit Journeying to the Goddess

Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge #176; Daily Post Daily Prompt, prickle; Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, #46 – honey and wine


 

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Best Trip Ever


Image credit Annie Theby via Unsplash

The couple loaded up on snacks, paid for their fuel, and giggled together as they wandered back to their combi van.

This was going to be the best trip ever – they just knew it.

Too bad they didn’t see the masked man who’d crawled into the back…

By Sarah ©2017

Prompt: Only 100 Words, Three Line Tales, Week 80

Scribblings by Sarah, Stories by Sarah

Mayday

The ghost tour had been uneventful so far, and I felt somewhat disgruntled at having paid extra for the EMF meter and infrared goggles. We had been into the women’s ward, the men’s ward (affectionaly known as the ‘bullpit’) and the laundry – with no activity at all. 

As the tour guide opened the door to the new building, she announced dramatically, “This is Olivene where we held the worst of the worst; the criminally insane.”

I stepped inside the courtyard. Rooms that more resembled cells, formed an ‘L’ around the central space, with an ‘L’ the other way, consisting of open bathrooms and a dining area. Even in broad daylight, this place would give you chills.

The guide continued but I had zoned out, her voice static in the background. My eye was drawn to one of the doorways. I shuddered and stepped closer, despite every instinct telling me to run. My EMF meter started to light up. Rooted to the ground, my shaking hands lifted the infrared goggles. As I peered through them, a solid shadow of a man filled the cell. I whirled around, bumping into the shelving next to me. And that’s when I saw the head…

By Sarah ©2017

Author’s Note: My response to the prompt is based on a real experience I had (except for the head part!). I was on an investigative ghost tour at the old Mayday Hills Lunatic Asylum in Beechworth, Victoria and saw through the infrared goggles, a man where there was none. Believe it or not. If you are ever in the area, it is a VERY interesting place with an awful and fascinating history. Find out more about the history and tours by clicking on the appropriate word for the link.

Prompt: Sunday Photo Fiction – July 30th 2017, 200 word limit

Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah

Satisfaction is…Bushwalking

There is nothing I find more satisfying that communing with nature and grounding myself with a bushwalk. Even better if that bushwalk has a spectacular peak and/or view at the end. Here are just a few photos of my favourites!

The Pinnacle, Grampians National Park

Mt Glenrowan, Warby National Park

Gorge Walk, Mt Buffalo National Park

The Balconies, Grampians National Park

Mt Pilot, Mt Pilot National Park

Bullawah Cultural Trail, Wangaratta

Mt Taylor, Canberra 

Roper Lookout, Falls Creek

Paradise Falls, King Valley

Prompt: Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, satisfaction

Photos by Sarah, Tuesday Photo Challenge

Wallace Hut


Wallace Hut is one of 106 huts scattered across the Alpine National Park. Many of these huts were burnt in the 2003 Alpine fires but fortunately Wallace Hut survived. Wallace Hut, near Falls Creek, is the oldest hut in the park. It was built by the three Wallace brothers – Arthur, William and Stewart – who arrived as small boys in Melbourne from Ireland in 1869 with their parents.

The hut is never locked. You enter by pulling the string hanging through a hole at the lower right of the tiny window in the split- paling door. This releases the latch and the sunlight, revealing an unusual split-slab and rammed-earth floor, a rough table of mountain ash on snow-gum legs and the fireplace at the far end. The names of cattlemen who first used the hut are burnt into the tie-beams of the roof and at the back of the mantelpiece. One small window looks towards the distant Mount Kosciusko. 

Prompt: Dutch Goes The Photo, Tuesday Photo Challenge, woods

Daily Post Weekly Challenge, Photos by Sarah

Unusual

A collection of ‘big’ things…


The Big Merino, Goulburn NSW


The Big Gumboot,  Taihape, Manawatu-Whanganui, North Island, NZ


The Big Lobster, Kingston South East, South Australia


The Big Murray Cod, Swan Hill, Victoria


The Big Cherry, Wyuna, Victoria


The Big Olive, Tailem Bend, South Australia


The Big Banana, Coffs Harbor, New South Wales


The Big Pineapple, Woombye, Queensland


The Big Koala, Dadwells Bridge, Victoria


The Big Fruit, Cromwell, Central Otago, South Island, NZ

Not sure what the fascination is that Australia and New Zealand have with ‘big things’ but it makes for interesting road trips! My bucket list consists of taking this trip one day and seeing all 150 big things…

https://www.travelwheels.com.au/site/big-things-of-australia/

Prompt: Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge, unusual


Poetry by Sarah, Tanka

Though I Roam Wild


Image credit http://reylia.deviantart.com/

though I may roam wild
through the deserts of despair
rain shall drive my calm 

creating joyful music
strangled by the whitest hope

By Sarah ©2017



Prompst: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie, Photo Challenge – #174, AND, Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, wild & calm