Every day is an adventure if you are always open to new experiences. Get away from your every day routine. Discover new things, talk to strangers, take the road less travelled.
In 2010 a dream came true when Jack and I left the everyday routine behind and followed the “Grey Nomad” tradition of travelling right round Australia in a very small Toyota Hiace camper van. Never knowing where we would be the next day.
The experiences and memories are unforgettable, especially as I recorded the journey on my blog.
Four years later we are still constantly travelling Australia. So to me “Adventure” is freedom to travel.
This week, the WordPress Daily post asks us to share a photo that says “adventure.” It could be an image of someone setting off on an epic journey, a photo you took on an adventure of your own, or something more metaphoric that represents a personal or psychological adventure.
Share a photo of what “fray” means to you — it could be a tear in a favorite pair of jeans, a street rumble just about to begin, or a friend diving into an oncoming wave at the beach.
Quite a difficult one. Finally I’ve found some photos that I think will say “fray”.
I don’t know what sort of insect this is, it is the shape of a dragonfly but I have never seen one this colour. I think, maybe, it is at the end of its life cycle its wings look very frayed.
Look up at the fronds of palm trees they are always frayed and straggly looking, especially after a storm when the wind has whipped through them.
Many tropical plants have frayed looking leaves.
Finally I have chosen this strange-looking water plant with a frayed, fluffy looking flower.
Orange is a colour I adore. It is sunny, happy and glows with health giving vibrations.
“Orange strengthens your emotional body, encouraging a general feeling of joy, well-being, and cheerfulness. Orange vibration foods are: oranges, tangerines, apricots, mangoes, peaches and carrots.”
― Tae Yun Kim, The First Element: Secrets to Maximizing Your Energy
Thank you Ailsa for this weeks theme. It has brightened my day searching for these photos.
A dream is the bearer of a new possibility,
the enlarged horizon, the great hope.
You must learn day by day, year by year to broaden your horizon.
The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy,
the more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens.
Never have I found the limits of the photographic potential.
Every horizon, upon being reached, reveals another beckoning in the distance.
Always, I am on the threshold.
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction
that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
People say to us how brave we are, fighting the wilderness, braving the isolation of the Outback. But these are easy opponents, compared with drought. To watch your land shrivel and die, year in and year out, to see beautiful fields turn to dust bowls, to watch your animals starve and die. To suffer all this, only to be then washed away in a flood, your home and your family treasures lost and destroyed. And then to pick up the pieces and start again. The farmers of the South are brave! “
Never look down to test the ground before taking your next step;
only he who keeps his eye fixed on the far horizon will find the right road.
A horizon for me is a challenge. A wanting and needing to find out what lies beyond. An excitement, a constant need to explore, be it a good or bad experience it is never boring.
Take the road less travelled, look for adventure and constantly head for the horizon.
The windmill is a symbol of the Australian outback. It provides life-giving water for the stock. Without the water there would be no stock to take to market and there would be no need for the huge road trains which are the Kings of the road as they roar past.
As the sun sets it silhouettes the delicate tracery of the trees along the river bank.
Photography is all about experimenting with light, and then positioning yourself (or your subject) in the right spot to achieve a certain effect. One such effect is a silhouette, in which an outline of someone or something appears dark against a lighter background. Silhouettes can be very dramatic and resemble black shapes without any details, but the effect varies from picture to picture.
Look closely at the bark of trees the texture and patterns are beautiful.
But look also at the leaves
Look closer and you will see the tracing of delicate veins, the way the dewdrops magnify and enhance the beauty and texture of the leaf.
This tree is a survivor, but look closer and you will see another survivor.
This fern has found a sheltered place, nestled into the fork of a mighty tree, it survives.
Compare the texture of this bark to the oak tree above.
Look even closer and you will see this tangled web, but the resident spider is hiding.
The worst cyclone to hit the Australian coast in modern times devastated Cardwell in February 2011. Some of these mighty trees somehow survived. To help them, if another cyclone strikes, these rocks have been piled along the high water mark.
Look closely at these rocks.
They also have a rugged and beautiful texture.
This weeks WordPress photo challenge is to discover textures in our world.
Every thing has its own unique texture and these are just a few I have found in my photo collection.
Mother love is so endearing.
I caught this tender moment between mother and Kid and it is one of my favourite photos.
Just look at the expression of contentment on mother monkeys face.
I’ve done nothing wrong, please give me a pat…
One big sloppy kiss….
Ailsa has come up with a lovely challenge this week, in fact it is “endearing”.
A few zigzags I found created by nature.
Inspired by this week’s photo challenge “Zigzag” from WordPress.
This week, share a photo that forgoes the straightforward in favour of the twisting and winding.
Mail delivery is becoming a disappearing service in Australia, and I believe, also in many other countries. Emails and internet have taken the joy of seeing the post-man pop a letter in the mailbox for you to collect. Maybe you make a cup of tea first then take the cuppa and the precious letter to your favourite spot to read and re-read every word. Letter writing is becoming a dying art. Now it is a quick email, basic and to the point. No delicious descriptions of what is happening, no word pictures of where the person has been or how they are feeling. A click on the delete button and the email is gone.
In the past, before computers, history was preserved in letters and written documents. Today the communication is mainly emails that once read and answered, go in the trash bin. I wonder how today will be deciphered by historians. In the past precious letters would be kept, often tied with a ribbon and stored in a box, to be found many years later and again read, bringing back all the cherished memories.
I am always watching for them in my travels, there are not many around these days, but I found a couple over in Western Australia.
I would pass this happy little chap every time I went to town when we were house sitting in Geraldton. I always felt like waving back…
This character needs no introduction to an Australian. He is a national hero or villain depending on your viewpoint. Ned Kelly was a notorious bush ranger who was said to rob from the rich to give to the poor.
“The ‘letterbox’-style headpiece and matching body armour worn by Ned Kelly and his gang are recognisable icons that feature prominently in the work of artists such as Sidney Nolan and Albert Tucker.
In 1879 – the year before the Glenrowan siege and Ned’s ultimate capture – the Kelly gang began constructing the suits of armour from mouldboards, the thick metal parts of a farmer’s plough. They acquired these materials in various ways – some were bought; others were offered to them by sympathetic farmers; a few were stolen.
The suits allowed the gang to walk away unharmed from close-range shooting, but they also served a less practical function: they made the gang members – Ned in particular – seem larger, more intimidating; even ghostly. The shock factor of the metal-clad Kelly would have been much to Ned’s advantage during the Glenrowan siege.” ( More information here)
Rather a gruesome artefact but one that I saw in the Portrait Gallery. But more of that in another post.