Agave attenuata

The other morning I woke to a damp cold day.

Stepped outside to see what the weather presented.

Sun had just come up over the hills.

The light was glistening through the dew.

Grabbed the camera to capture this view.

picture of the day.....

Does the Surveyor General have

S.M. Police lurking in the bushes?

Triumph America

My good mate Roger has bought a new Triumph America.

It's the slick blue and white bike in the front.

Here we are parked at Port Germein.

Next stop was Port Augusta for fuel.

Another photo stop.

This time at the Pitchi Ritchie Pass.

On the way to Quorn

Another stop in the Pass

That's Roger posing for the camera

That's me behind the Road King.
Back home at Napperby after 350km run.
About to have a nice coffee and relax.

Dreams, night time entertainment....

Dreams are magical to some, it's a place where we can drift and explore to our hearts content. I feel sorry for people who cannot remember their dreams. Dreams can return lost loved ones for a brief encounter. Dreams can resurrect the memory a person from your long lost past, someone you would not have give a thought to during the day. Dreams can help you solve problems. They can expose your real thoughts and hopes. It's just as well other people cannot read your dreams, it's the last bastion of privacy we really have. Dreams are an escape......enjoy if you can.

A good head and a good heart are always a formidable combination...Nelson Mandela

Windfarms they call them....

Went for a ride yesterday to Port Broughton for lunch. Checked on the progress of the local windfarm. I think there is 4 more towers to build and they have completed the project. Went to an open day inspection recently and it was very informative. I like the look of these majestic towers dotted along the hill tops.

Picture Of The Day

Old Jetty Old Rail

Road Kill - Skitzmix 17

Music by artist Nick Skitz

Why was this CD thrown out of a car?

Was the music that bad?

Maybe the CD was scratched...

I will search for on him on You Tube

What will the music be like?

Wait I will look now.......

dum de dum!

dum de dum!

He is an Australian Dance Music Icon.

There is a lot of music to listen to.

I think I have heard his music

booming out the back of cars.

Cars driven by young people

up and down the streets.

she who must be obeyed........

Cats, you don't own them, they own you...........yes YOU !!!!!

Riders eye view.....

Just a taste of what you see when you are cruising the mid north of South Australia.

The Reader

She rescues him after finding him collapsed in the street. Soon after, the 30 something woman and teenage boy begin an intense and passionate affair. Hanna and Michael meet as often as they can, their sexual encounters punctuated by his reading of beautiful literature to her. Then one day, she disappears. Eight years later, Hanna is on trial for a Nazi war crime and Michael, now a law student, discovers her again in the court room, unaware that he holds the key to her salvation.......

I read this book last year and loved it. The picture is true to the book and is well worth a viewing. Have a look at the following link to "At The Movies" and see how Margaret and David rated this excellent movie. I agree with Margaret on the score for this movie.

http://www.abc.net.au/atthemovies/txt/s2476057.htm

I think I related to this movie and story not because it happened to me, but isn't it every boys dream to have an affair with an older woman?............well for most of us!!!!!

Architectural Fragment........

Have you travelled to Melbourne?

Have you wandered around the city centre?

Have you stumbled upon this interesting creation?

It was created by my friend Petrus?

http://www.petrusspronk.com/

retired, rustic and rivetting......

little blue speed bumps....

Things you learn from complete strangers

Recently on a trip home from the Big Smoke I stopped at the service station for a rest and coffee. I was sitting outside on a bench in the Smokers area, luckily no one was polluting the atmosphere. A lady with a small suite case sat on an adjoining table and it was obvious she was waiting for a bus. We could have kept to ourselves and moved on in our different directions without ever speaking a word. But I decided to break the ice with a question about some earth works that was nearby. I guessed that she was a local and would have my answer, which she did. We then went on to have a brief conversation about her travel plans and a bit of her past life. She was a retired widow from a sheep station some 300 miles north of Broken Hill.......now that is a remote area to live. Conversation turned to the good things about living on the land, and she went on to tell me about the goods that her son brings down to her from the station. One of her favourites was the occasional package of kangaroo meat. This is where I learnt of a great tip for the budding chef in me. She told me that the best way to eat kangaroo meat was to marinate it for 24 hours before cooking with lemonade.............interesting. I haven't tried it yet, but I decided to share it with you. Let me know if it works.

Kites and dreams of soaring.......

Out walking recently and I spied this fantastic homemade kite flying in the fairly breezy sky. What struck me was how well this kite was flying and I could see that a fair bit of time and effort had gone into making this beautiful flying machine. I could not see the "pilot" as he/she were out of sight to me. It sparked a whole heap of memories that came flooding to me from my younger days. The kites we tried to make out of brown paper and string, some that worked, and some that were not so good at flying. I remember the first fighting kite my parents bought me at the Adelaide Show. There was a man selling them and he had several colourful examples all flying together so high in the sky. I remember waiting for a windy day to try out my new kite. It was so fragile, but robust and very light compared to our cumbersome bombers. That kite was the first kite I had that you could make dive and soar and it was fast and furious. Too many close shaves in the diving manouvre destroyed the kite in a cloud of dust. Another memory was from grade 3 and at our small school all the students were involved with the making of a huge box kite. This was something different again and the fact that is was so large it made the anticipation greater. This kite was then taken to the local community show and was set up as a fund raiser for the school. This kite was launched and flown so high in the sky, and it flew with dominance and beauty. The money raising idea was this, pay a small amount, probably 1 shilling and guess the length of the twine that was used flying the kite.I so much wanted to win that kite!!!.......Well it would have been part of our family if my sister had filled out her coupon correctly. She guess the correct length, but stated feet instead of yards.......so close but so far. I don't really remember who won the kite but I hope they appreciated the new flying machine.

So many kites came to mind since, some bought many made but the dream of flying was just that a dream and that is probably where my dreams of being able to fly like a plane came from.

Back to the kite in the photo........I wonder if that child had similar dreams and desires while flying that fantastic kite. A bit further down the road I heard a high flying plane, and laughed to myself..........that kite has turned into a real flying machine. Did the kites dream come true? Did the child flying the kite also see the high flying plane? I'm sure that is the case and did that child see the link between the homemade kite and the high flying plane. We had something in common that day and our paths never really crossed.

The long and winding road.....

I took this photo on the road that heads east from Broken Hill to Menindee and the Lakes. There is a natural beauty in the landscape up in the centre of Australia, I love the contrast between the dry brown earth and the brilliant blue sky speckled with clouds. It's a road that invites you to travel down, tempts you with sweeps bends and undulations. You can almost see the Road Runner heading towards you, going.....Beep Beep !!!!

Textures.........that's it

I found my street.....

It's like loosing an old friend....

It's been over a week without the Internet, just returned yesterday. What did we do before we had the world wide web to surf, emails to check, news to follow, blogs and forums to keep up to date not to metion weather updates and many other things that we love to peruse each day? Did I get out and exercise more? maybe a little. I did get a veggie garden started and I did spray a lot of weeds around the garden and drive way. You know how you promise yourself that you will sort out your Documents folders and back up files,well that is another thing I decided to do with all the spare time. Ahhhhhhh this computer is so tidy now. I was talking to a bloke at work yesterday and I asked him if he had the Internet on at home. His answer was NO........how do these people survive, don't they know what they are missing out on??? Isn't it interesting to see the education of the masses as they learn how a computer works. Remember when computers started to be used at work and some folk took it all onboard with enthusism, and then there were the avoiders. They only used them for the bare basics, just the things they needed to do for work, record readings and type up the daily diary etc. Once the baby boomers have all died out will there be anyone who doesn't use the internet????