Where does the dance begin?

Where Does the Dance Begin, Where Does It End?

Don’t call this world adorable, or useful, that’s not it.
It’s frisky, and a theater for more than fair winds.
The eyelash of lightning is neither good nor evil.
The struck tree burns like a pillar of gold.

But the blue rain sinks, straight to the white
feet of the trees
whose mouths open.
Doesn’t the wind, turning in circles, invent the dance?
Haven’t the flowers moved, slowly, across Asia, then Europe,
until at last, now, they shine
in your own yard?

Don’t call this world an explanation, or even an education.

When the Sufi poet whirled, was he looking
outward, to the mountains so solidly there
in a white-capped ring, or was he looking

to the center of everything: the seed, the egg, the idea
that was also there,
beautiful as a thumb
curved and touching the finger, tenderly,
little love-ring,

as he whirled,
oh jug of breath,
in the garden of dust?

from Why I Wake Early (2004) Mary Oliver


Over the next little while, I’ll be adding photos which I think compliment the wonderful poetry of Mary Oliver.


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 🙂


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 🙂


Fascinating fasciation

In a serendipitous manner I found this example of fasciation while out walking in the Flinders Ranges, with the main task of finding landscape shots.  What makes it truly amazing was that it followed shortly after this wonderful post by my friend Linda on her blog The Task at Hand. The plant is known as onion weed – an imported weed that is taking over the native pastures.  Still, in this instance it was worthy of a second look.


In the twist, weather conditions weren’t favourable for the landscapes I was seeking although the walk was great.



Pure chance

By pure chance I was driving down a side road in a small country town, and to my surprise came across these white kangaroos in a secure compound at the end of a large country garden.  Many decades ago I saw a white kangaroo out bush in a very remote area, but it isn’t a common occurrence.