Category: People


Olive (In memory of my grandmother)

Olive

Affliction

Affliction

A Journey

When we visited Broome, up in the Kimberley (northern Western Australia) in March, we took a day tour by light plane with a small tour group up to the Horizontal Falls.  If you’re interested, here is a site that tells you a little of the falls.

http://www.kimberley-australia.com/kimberley-attractions/horizontal-falls/

horizontal_falls_seaplane_adventures_broome_tour_map

We took some spectacular photos from the air.  I wrote a poem that fits nicely with the photograph, although I didn’t write it to coincide with it!  The poem is rather long, so I had to make the print quite small, hoping it can be read and interpreted properly.  It is coming into winter here in a month, the rain is pattering on our roof, we haven’t had any in really long time, and it has been a very long summer, at least here in the West.  Blessings to all!

A Journey

 

Camel

I have posted this poem in the past; it is made up of several haiku poems I wrote on camels that I decided to join together.  They seem to flow well.  The photo was taken in Broome, Western Australia, on Cable Beach.  I last posted that my husband and I had our 25th wedding anniversary in March.  We rode down the beach on camels in our hippie garb, to meet our celebrant, who did a wonderful job helping us to have a memorable renewing of our vows ceremony!  Our photographer did a wonderful job capturing every moment too!  It was one of many delightful occasions that my dear husband and I have shared over the last 25 years, and knowing that there are many more to come!

Camel

Shipwrecked

My husband and I had our 25th wedding anniversary last month. We had planned from the beginning to have our 25th up in Broome (northern Western Australia) riding in on camels, on the amazing Cable Beach.  We have lots of photos, but I haven’t been able to express in words the amazing time we had, and as those who read my posts know, I like putting poetry to photographs.  We spent a week in tropical paradise, I did not want to return to ordinary life again (but, who does when experiencing a wonderful holiday anyway)!?  All is good, and many more wonderful memories have been added to our catalogue called “LIFE”!

This photo was taken on Cable beach.   The poem has nothing to do with our trip; more to do with being met with negativity, when attempting to encourage others who cannot seem to look past current circumstances.  It seems that the more one tries to give a positive view, another negative gets thrown into the ring; and sadly that’s all it becomes, a vicious cycle (circle) of self absorption and discontentment.  Getting off the island may be seemingly impossible, until the leap into the ocean is taken, and the exhilaration of possibilities to come brings forth a euphoria only freedom of choice, and taking on new challenges and adventures brings!

Shipwrecked

 

Guardians

I wrote this poem yesterday.  Yet again, I found an apt photograph a fellow team member took in South Sudan.  Russell Turner and his son took wheelchairs with us on the first trip.  The fellow in the chair is an elderly chief, in his 90’s, which is rather old in South Sudan.  I love the people, they are so tall and proud.  I really do love these folks, and their culture.

Guardians

Imagination

It has been a full week since I have posted anything. We are all caught up in the whirlwind of life at times; work, family, friends.  Sometimes it’s nice to just sit down and breathe.  I just had one of these moments to sit and THINK!  I went through photos from our Melbourne (Australia) trip.  We had the chance to see our son, daughter in law and grandson (man it makes me feel old, saying grandson, and I’m not even 50 yet!)  We went to the Melbourne zoo; and although I’m not particularly fond of zoos, it was a lovely family outing.  I just scribbled this poem, and found that this photo my husband took was very well suited.  The beautiful ape sitting, having a snack and contemplating, really moved me.

Imagination

Poetry in Motion

This is another foursome; poems I have already posted individually in the past. The theme, ‘Poetry in Motion’ seems apt. Wildlife are poetry waiting to happen, just as children are. Two of these photos were taken by our dear friend, David Friend, in Zambia. I think I have mentioned him in the past. David is an aide worker in Zambia, he has been working as a doctor/surgeon in Africa for over 15 years now voluntarily. He is one of the most humble, generous human beings I know.  Anyone can donate to his cause whenever they like, by going to his webpage:

http://friendsmedicaltrust.co.nz/

There is also a Youtube video showing the work he does http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Wv6BDSYUo9w

Poetry in motion

Sleeper

I took this photograph in Patuet, South Sudan (once again) in 2009; OK, I know! I have hundreds of photos from this time, and many other times that I cherish, the memories are wonderful.  Photos are like touch ups of memories that over time begin to fade. Unless we go back, almost like returning to the easel, these memories can pummel into oblivion, skewing our recollection of events and adventures; sort of like a dream really. Dreams can’t be returned to like photos or touched up, like an old painting; this is probably for the best in many instances….. Particularly for me, the nightmare is a frequent visitor. I’m a don’t shut down without a fight kinda person, a storm raging in the head, a light that won’t go out, no matter how many times I try to turn it off; sort of like reaching for the switch, but it’s too high (I am only 4 foot 10 inches tall)!

Anyway, back to the photograph; I took it when we were walking back to the dusty man-made airstrip, this little home is teetering on the edge of the airstrip that locals made, by jumping up and down on the ground, until the earth was compacted sufficiently (no joke). It was rather a precarious landing when we arrived, but better than walking for three hours from the nearest village, as we did in 2007. Life is an adventure, no matter where you live, what you do or who you are…. Grab it, run with it, dream good dreams, live long!

 

Sleeper

I love this quote from Abraham Lincoln, it is another favorite of mine. I connected it to a photograph a friend took on our journey into Patuet, South Sudan. We had to walk for three hours to reach the village, as the plane couldn’t land on the dirt airstrip, because it was too short. The second time we went, the airstrip had been extended, so we didn’t have to walk. This photo is amazing though; it was worth the agony, blisters and all. Watching the women doing their daily chores, collecting water, with children and livestock in tow. We do have it easy, don’t we!

Abraham Lincoln quote