Ghost riders

I love experimenting with slow shutter speed, and grabbed the opportunity when it arose one recent misty morning.

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And my favourite…… where less is…..barely there….




Farewell Quorn


This is my last night in Quorn, the Flinders Ranges town I’ve been living in since November 2017.  While I’m looking forward to new adventures, I have mostly enjoyed my time here, with the exception of getting ‘cabin fever’ during prolonged heat spells, when it was simply too hot to spend much time outside.  That said, we were all very grateful to have a cooler house to shelter in when life in the van would have been unbearable.

I’ve made friends here and got to know the town better than a casual visitor and that’s been nice, and it’s quite likely I’ll be returning to spend more sections of time here by and by.  Of course, once it’s cool enough, I’ll be returning to my beloved Ikara-Flinders Ranges.


Tomorrow we’ll head southwards, just taking our time, and perhaps catching up with other friends along the way.

Then on March 1, fingers crossed all goes well, I’ll be finally meeting fellow blogger Anna Blake, when she conducts a horse clinic in the Adelaide Northern Hills.

Despite no longer having my own horse, this incurable ‘horse disease’ must periodically be attended to and Anna has an approach that gets to the heart of the matter.


After that, we move further south, and somehow I think I’ll be pulling out warmer clothes….. especially as it will be getting closer to autumn.  Already I’m noticing the shorter daylight hours.

Anyway, change is upon us again 🙂

What’s So Funny ’Bout) Peace, Love & Understanding
As I walk through
This wicked world
Searchin’ for light in the darkness of insanity
I ask myself
Is all hope lost?
Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?
And each time I feel like this inside
There’s one thing I wanna know:
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding?
And as I walked on
Through troubled times
My spirit gets so downhearted sometimes
So where are the strong
And who are the trusted?
And where is the harmony?
Sweet harmony
‘Cause each time I feel it slippin’ away, just makes me wanna cry
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding? Ohhhh
What’s so funny ’bout peace love and understanding?
So where

Taking the rough with the smooth


Sometimes in life, you have to take the rough with the smooth.

I took these images last month on Australia Day.  It was a day that didn’t begin well…… the power supply failed in the early hours of the morning… and the expectation was it wouldn’t be restored until at least 8pm that night.  Temperatures even early in the morning were quite high and by midday it was very sticky.  The mobile phone service was also disrupted, as were land lines and only some people were able to receive text message updates on the situation.  The cause of the outage was a bushfire several kilometers from town, and while a temporary power station was being erected it would take time before it was operational.

I had just stocked my house fridge up with meat for the animals, and didn’t want to lose it, so I loaded it into the van fridge, but as the temps were high, I needed to drive the van with the airconditioning on so it was cool enough for the fridge to operate.  So Fred and I putt-putted down the road, heading for Warren gorge, where at least there were large trees for shade.  Mind you, it’s dangerous to park close to gum trees on very hot days, as they can suddenly drop a large limb.  The first warning is a large crack sound and then a split second later, whoosh!  as the limb falls downward, taking anything in its path with it.  So we needed to be careful.

It was a slow trip to the Gorge, but fortunately there was little other traffic so I wasn’t causing anyone inconvenience by driving so slowly…….. it was a matter of getting the van as cool as possible before parking.

We found a suitable spot, and settled down for a while after opening all windows and doors to allow some air to circulate.  There were some kangaroos sheltering in the shade of a large bush nearby, and only one of them decided to make the effort to go elsewhere. It was simply too much effort for the others…… I read some poetry… snoozed a little…. took Fred for a very short walk,  nibbled on supplies, and then the warning beep on the van fridge informed me conditions were too hot and I needed to move on again.

So the images on this page, are the result of a day quietly putt-putting about the back roads of Quorn, including exploring a road I hadn’t taken before, with the bonus of meeting a mob of very friendly and well-mannered ponies and horses.

By the time we arrived back home, the worst of the heat had receded and a while after  the power resumed, and all was well with the world.  Especially good news was that the bushfire had been controlled.

It was certainly a day that tested my resources, but  I comforted myself with,  “this too shall pass” 🙂

I was looked with admiration at Valerie Jardin’s blog today and the wintry conditions she’s dealing with, and yet managing to take absolutely gorgeous images!


In this Southern Hemisphere, we have 40C plus temps, but similar principles apply when housebound. Something to cheer up those feeling the temperature extremes.

Where does a goanna go?


It was a warm day out bush, and while walking along a track at Rawnsley Park, I heard a quick rustle off to the side.  Hmmm…… caution…. it could be a snake…..can you see it?


Ah, a young goanna I was pleased to see, just fossicking about in the undergrowth.  We soon established a respectful distance, and I was able to photograph it as it went about it’s business.


More about this creature.  And Here. And if you’re wanting some bush tucker.….here’s how to cook it.

For those who enjoy a song, here’s a fun one to sing along to 🙂!/media/151802/goanna-song

There’s even a delightful children’s book “Anna The Goanna” .

The very first time I ever saw a goanna, was when I was on a working holiday as a teenager, over on Kangaroo Island.  I was riding a horse along the beach, when suddenly the huge lizard appeared from behind some rocks! It was well over a metre in length.  Not sure which of the three of us got the biggest surprise!  Alas, such pursuits are no longer allowed on the Island…..

Since that time I’ve seen many goannas, in a variety of situations, including one climbing a gum tree to rob bird’s nests, and yet it’s the first that is strongest in my memory 🙂