Showing posts with label Australia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Australia. Show all posts

Thursday, 30 January 2014

The Red Heart

Out walking with Rufus today in the dank wet, cold finger tips, fizzy hair in the damp air . . . I decided to come back to my nice warm Shed, hot coffee - perhaps a spoonful to two of cream . . . and look at our Oz photos. 

On this dark grey little island with the clouds sitting on my head, I think back to Australia . . . all the cliches rush in, blue skies, bright sunshine, warm long days, being outside, T shirts . . . ohh it was wonderful! 

And I look back at these photographs and daydream, about a time not so very long ago (although it feels like forever) when I felt warm and sunny, and because I was on holiday, not a care in the world!

cliche no. 9 back to reality with a bump.
Driving over unmade roads, looking at an amazingly beautiful landscape
with unusual and surprising plants
Approaching Kings Canyon in the Watarrka national park in the Northern Territory.
An early morning stroll into Kings Canyon
and the astonishing rock formations.
On the road to Uluru is Mount Connor, a flat topped inselberg, part of the same vast rocky substrate thought to be beneath Uluru and Kata Tjuta.
The road goes ever on . . .
Early evening and the four of us arrive at Uluru,
me photographing the sunset,
and returning the next morning to photograph the sunrise
Kata Tjuta from about 40 kilometres . . .
Kata Tjuta in the middle of the day
The landscape around Alice Springs is dry, scrubby grassland
perfect for kangaroos to hide in
The 'spring' which gives Alice its name.
The MacDonnell Ranges run east west of the town, I was surprised by how very much I liked Alice and the surrounding country and I would love to return and walk some of the trails there.
Leaving Alice and looking down at what I think must be the Central Australian desert
you can see the colours change as we head east to Sydney.
So much of a city is . . . idiosyncratic. 

This is the reception to our hotel, the Q Hotel, in Sydney, very hip, but also very lovely to stay at and conveniently within walking distance of the botanic gardens, the Opera house and the quaysides.
This, the room number

Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Happy New Year from Australia

This has been a funny old year, and like each passing year it seems to have rushed by in a whir. 2013 was in two parts, first half, a time of rest and recuperation, the second part, a time for travelling (hence I'm writing this in South Australia). 2014 will be a time for settling down and making new work from all the sketch books I've amassed since July.

New Year's Eve was spent watching fireworks and drinking sparkling red wine with friends (and believe it or not listening to the sound of bagpipes), under the stars on the beach at Port Willunga.

That very same beach the day before . . .





With meringue like rock formation,


and sparkling sea.


It's difficult to remember that this really is New Year with sun screen and insect repellent as constant companions, but we're loving it . . .

Tawny Frogmouths in the garden.


A stroll around the botanic garden.


























And of course a trip to the Art Gallery.


This 'snap' cannot do justice to these works, but it does give a flavour of the most stunning work by Australian artists.


From left,








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