Strings Attached

A while back I wrote about pipes but there were strings attached after all. Well sort of. There was one solitary harp. Thanks Jack for the beautiful counter to the reedy sound of those pipes. Photo: Robert Rath, ‘Strings Attached ‘, 1/320s f/2.8 ISO1600 200mm

Above The Cage

If this really were a cage then is the man in it the keeper? He may as well be as he locked the door and made sure I descended back down into the Céide Fields Visitor Centre below. The centre provides a rich interpretive experience of a Stone Age farmed landscape which dates around five … Read more

Morning Songbird

Almost every morning we get to be serenaded by the most beautiful and complex birdsong of Australian Magpies. Our local front garden tenants have not always been here. Over the years we have had other birds take up residency. From miners to pigeons to parrots and even crows nothing beats the beautiful sounds of magpies. … Read more

The Longest Twenty Seconds

The Longest Twenty Seconds We watched as the base of the setting sun touched the horizon. In two minutes It will be gone. You can’t measure the diameter of the sun as it appears in the sky but you can measure the angle it makes with your point of view, about one half a degree. … Read more

Birds of Paradise

The strelitzia flowers in Mum’s garden are old now and will soon be nothing more than cracked and withered cellulose as the summer takes its toll. In the spring they were a beautiful blaze of orange, yellow, blue and purple crowning lush green foliage. Still though in their decay they have become even more interesting … Read more

Crypto Supermoon

Our first full moon for the new year and it just happens to be a ‘supermoon’. Not that there is anything really special about a supermoon other than appearing around 10% larger due to the moon’s elliptic orbit and the chance that the full moon coincides with the narrow part of its orbit. Supermoons happen … Read more

The Colour of Sandstone

Red sandstone of the Australian outback is often not what it appears to be. The red dust blasting through the interior is like a giant spray can painting our iconic landmarks like Uluru hiding other colours under that thin veneer. Here in Kings Canyon a large section of the canyon wall has fallen away reveling … Read more