God Rays

We were on the way from Innisfail to Cairns when we spotted the sun pushing through the clouds over mountains. So my husband (being the good man that he is) stopped on the side of the road so that I could take a few photos. Whenever I see sun rays like this I see a little opening to heaven. I call them God Rays. DSC_3367-2 DSC_3383-2

Millaa Millaa Falls

Millaa Millaa is an Aboriginal phrase meaning plenty of water or waterfall. I had the privilege of visiting this beautiful waterfall in the Atherton Tablelands, Cairns. It was loud and it was stunning and people swam in the waterhole. Nature is truly beautiful.
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The Story Bridge in Blue & Purple

Last week was the 75th Anniversary of the Story Bridge here in Brisbane. The bridge was lit up for the celebrations and the multi-coloured sequence came on every 30 minutes and lasted for 5 minutes each time. It was difficult to capture the scrolling lights so I hung around for an hour and a half on a cold windy night trying to capture it. That gave me three attempts and unfortunately I wasn’t successful in capturing it because of the scrolling/moving lights. In the end I frantically flicked it over to auto and managed to capture it in the very last photo I took before it stopped again. Disappointing but the ones without the scrolling lights turned out pretty good. Afterall this is one of my favourite subjects.

The House on the Hill

The House of Livia, Palatine Hill, Rome

The House on the Hill

They are all gone away,
The House is shut and still,
There is nothing more to say.

Through broken walls and gray
The winds blow bleak and shrill:
They are all gone away.

Nor is there one to-day
To speak them good or ill:
There is nothing more to say.

Why is it then we stray
Around the sunken sill?
They are all gone away,

And our poor fancy-play
For them is wasted skill:
There is nothing more to say.

There is ruin and decay
In the House on the Hill:
They are all gone away,
There is nothing more to say.


Lorikeets have to be my favourite bird (next to kookaburras) and these two visit me every morning. Their colours are magnificent and the screeching doesn’t bother me at all. They’re nice to have around :)

Here’s a poem I wrote about these beautiful birds a couple of years ago.

The lorikeets all screech and swoop,
Gregariously they gather.
And into dusk dance in a loop,
The lorikeets all screech and swoop.
Then near red bottle-brush they group,
To form a colourful slather.
The lorikeets all shriek and swoop,
Gregariously they gather.

Poetry Form: Triolet



The 25th April, ANZAC Day,  holds a special place in the hearts of Australian people. It marks the anniversary of the first landing at Gallipoli and the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War. It is also the day on which we remember Australians who served and died in all wars, conflicts, and peacekeeping operations. The spirit of Anzac, with its human qualities of courage, mateship, and sacrifice, continues to have meaning and relevance for our sense of national identity. This year marks the 100th anniversary of the Gallipoli Landing.

Hundreds of Dawn Services and marches are held across the country. This year I attended the Holland Park-Mt Gravatt RSL Sub-branch.

Lest We Forget.


A 4.30 am start to the morning was a real struggle for me. I usually like to take photos of sunsets not sunrises but I enjoyed the experience. I love this time of year either way :)

Photo taken at Mt Cootha Lookout, Brisbane

Submitted to the Early Bird photo challenge.