Today is the last day of winter down under and spring is on the horizon.
Today is the last day of winter down under and spring is on the horizon.
Not very elegant but my very favourite and most comfortable footwear.
These feet are colourful and rather elegant, but deadly…
Farming was an important part of the settlement of Australia. The early pioneers saw a vast and empty land that they believed belonged to no one and was ripe for farming. But the land and climate was vastly different to their European farms and a new type of farming was required. So in the outback large acreage were needed to support livestock and so grew the empires of outback cattle stations, thousands of square kilometres in area, with the nearest neighbour being hundreds of kilometres away. Anna Creek station in South Australia is the world’s largest working cattle station. It is roughly 24,000 square kilometres (5,900,000 acres)
These cattle had to be taken to market, which was also thousands of miles away and in the 1800’s the only way to get there was to walk. So evolved a tough breed of man, the drover.
This double life-size statue pays tribute to the a drover as he moves from job to job with only his saddle bags, containing all his possessions. It is in Newcastle Waters in the heart of the outback, it has a rich, vibrant history as a gathering place for drovers on their gruelling overland cattle drives. It is at the junction of three major overland stock routes, and was an important source of provisions and a place to rest before drovers continued on their way as they took huge mobs of cattle along the droving trails.
It also had a reliable source of water and many birds pass through on their migrations.
It grew as a major township with a pub and store.
Now it is a ghost town.
The basic corrugated iron shacks that a family once called home are now deserted, the few meagre possessions left. Rough hewn wooden shelves draped with gingham to bring a scrap of colour. The large kettle on the wood burner stove. How hot it must’ve been in summer cooking on that stove with the sun beating down relentlessly. In winter the wind would howl and find every gap and crack to bring the bitter cold inside.
Aborigines had long played a big part in the cattle industry where they were competent stockmen on the cattle stations of the north. In 1950 it was legislated that the Aboriginal workers were now to be paid cash wages. Previously they had worked for their keep and their mob/family had been allowed to live on the station and provided with food. With the advent of railway and roads crossing the outback the cattle were moved by road trains and droving became a dying occupation.
In 1988 the bicentennial of Australia a grand plan was made to recreate the droving years with “The Last Great Cattle Drive”
On the border of Queensland and the Northern Territory is a small township called Camooweal. It was there that we found the Drover’s Shed. A large corrugated barn that has been dedicated as a museum to the drover and his life style. Here the droving era of Australia is being preserved for future generations and recognizes the contribution of drovers to the development of the nation’s cattle industry.
We had the pleasure of meeting the legendary Pic Willetts. Then took a tour around the shed with a retired drover who explained how tough the life was and had many stories of his time with the mobs of cattle.
A project is also underway to create portraits of the remaining drovers and collect their stories.
What is more iconic of the past than this sweat stained and battered Akubra hat.
The brasses on the harness have been lovingly polished to a high gleam.
What child can resist a ride on these gleaming horses. Do you remember them from your childhood? Rhythmically going round and round to the sound of old-time organ music.
The living statue gives off a golden glow as he waits for donations from the crowds in Surfer’s Paradise.
The morning sun captures the gleam in the Kookaburra’s eye and beak. Even lights up his claws.
Finally the golden glow of the sun highlights a lining of silver gleaming along the edge of the cloud.
This month in her “bench series” Jude wants to see photos of a bench that is painted or stained or otherwise coloured in some way. Not the plain wooden variety unless there is some colour detail.
If you can find space you can share this bench with Adam and Eve, but beware of the snake…
Paula has given us a number of definitions of “flare” and asked us to give her our interpretation.
1. A brief blaze of light…
The sun rises over the ocean, briefly passing behind a cloud and casting the Pandanus trees into a tangle of tropical looking silhouettes.
5. An unwanted reflection within an optical system or the resultant fogging of the image.
The early morning sun is streaming in from the right causing slight fogging of the lens. I only have one place to stand and catch this view of the Kawarau Bridge suspended across the mighty chasm of the Kawarau Gorge. The miniscule figures waiting to bungy jump are dwarfed, but the screams as they jump echo and bounce endlessly as they swoop down.
4. An expanding or opening outward.
Can you hear the beat, can you feel the rhythm? The skirt flares out and the feet bounce to the irresistible sound of rock n roll.
Finally I have included this one. I can’t decide which of Paula’s definitions it fits into, but it is a flaring of fire as the gases are burnt off at the Dampier Natural Gas Project.
Thanks Paula for giving us the various definitions to spark our imagination. Now pop over to see other bloggers interpretations of the theme
This pillar box red certainly catches the eye.
A multitude of mellowness.
Animals large and small have made relaxing and being mellow an art form
I’m now feeling the magic mellowness that comes with relaxing, good times and spending time with great friends. …
I hope you all are enjoying your weekend and being mellow.
This is definitely the creepiest thing I have ever seen. It is the death mask of Ned Kelly and I had to take a photo of it.
I think all Australians have heard of Ned Kelly. He is part of our folk law, an infamous bush ranger.
Ned was barely educated, yet his famous letters were poetic and passionate. He killed police officers, was outlawed and could be shot on sight by anyone. Yet when he was sentenced to hang, more than 30,000 people signed a petition asking for a reprieve.
His famous last words as they hung him was “Such is life”…
I am “saving time” this week Paula by reblogging this excellent post that Jack wrote over a year ago. He ponders on the telling of time and how it rules our life, and has some excellent photos to go with it.
I hope you take the time to read it….
Originally posted on jacksjottings:
I am like the grandfather clock, obsolete. I have been ticking for a long time now. This old ticker of mine has pumped enough blood to fill a Lake Argyle. Round and round I go in the same old circles, repeating the same repetitive chimes everyone has heard before. I used to be more like an alarm clock, wind me up and I could be relied on to go off like crazy. Other people, not educated ornithologists, associate me with the cuckoo clock.
Life was leisurely before we became so reliant on the chronometer. The rooster crowed and it roused us from dream land. It was time to think about what we needed to do that day. To put food on the table and protection from the…
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