Wednesday 12th May 2021

Weather Is Variable! #SundayStills 57/2021.

Weather Is Variable! #SundayStills 57/2021.

About Sunday Stills:

Terri here has now  moved into her new abode and her friend from Always Write  was caring for Sunday Stills while she did so. I will share this post soon too.

Weather is variable.

Not a truer sentence ever, right?

I delved into my history of photos ….takes a while and found these examples from recent times and waaaay back.

What’s the weather going to be where you are today? It’s a question we often ask in our place.

 

East Coast Low: constant rain & wind April 2015 kept us without power & access out for 5 days. Not fun. We had just moved the the Central Coast too.

After the roads re-opened there was a lot of damage to them from trees and so on, but I needed to ‘get out’ so drove to local beach where there were huge waves as the east coast low retreated…and one keen surfer there as well.

 

A lovely day…to be on a ferry on Sydney Harbour moving from west to east, and I would eventually be going under the Sydney Harbour Bridge on my way to…I can’t recall…but a bright blue day on Sydney Harbour when we still lived there was irresistable. This was Summer.

 

Have you ever waited for the news of a new baby to have safely arrived in the world? I have, eight times of privilege have been granted to me. On this WET Winter’s  day, I was stopped at lights before going to local shops to buy a BLUE or PINK welcome baby card for a new grandchild who was to be born that day. She arrived around this time, actually, and when I got the word, my husband and I had the joy of collecting her siblings from school and pre-school to take them to meet their sister..who will be 8 next month!!

 

Back on a ferry on my favourite harbour : Sydney Harbour: the Bridge in the background, the Sydney Opera House on the left, and Fort Denison is the stone structure a mini-island….and I am outside loving the salt spray and the joy of being where I have loved since coming to Sydney as a 10 year old. Now, aged over 70 and living away from Sydney, the last time I did this was pre-surgery for my final mouth reconstruction. Must get back again..on the water! Summer time here.

 

The weather was fine, warm and great Autumn day to be able to show a first-time to Sydney friend around parts I knew well and are tourist favourites. This view is of Manly N.S.W. Beach (South Steyne) and I took this photo from the walkway around Fairy Bower to Shelley Beach. My niece swims this most Saturdays in  Summer as part of a group of surf swimmers. This day was glorious as you can see.

 

Now, we are back to the part of the New South Wales coast where we live and this is my husband, in Winter, looking for the whales who are making their winter migration north. It’s hard to see them but I have seen their water spouts a couple of times. They are already heading this way again from the Antarctic so best I take my binoculars again. Seeing a whale breach is such a huge event. I did via a whale watching cruise a few years back when the whales were coming back and I was on the far South Coast of N.S.W. that time.

 

What do they say about ‘after the rain’? Here it is on a winter’s day at Pretty Beach, near Killcare Beach on the Central Coast.

 

More from Pretty Beach on a windy day..sand in the eyes was not fun. Two (now adult) grandkids out and about with us to explore this amazing environment.

 

Our son’s children visited us another time those holidays on a much sunnier day, and here is Papa with Miss born on the winter’s day as we explored rock pools and her older siblings tried to jump over waves.

Exploring the water at low tide on a colder winter’s day did not stop these grandkids having fun writing in the sand and exploring areas for fish and shells..and I gave them a little camera so they had fun with that too. The was exactly opposite where we lived in 2015 – a most unsuitable house but it had this nearby. We moved away within 10 months.

 

A much younger me got to see the beaches of Oahu after being a ‘surfer girl’ fan of Beach Boys and Jan & Dean in the 1960s. I have to say, I was very underwhelmed when I saw no such waves I had hoped at Waimea Bay in Northern Hemisphere winter!  Got the photo right though!

 

And yes it was winter and wet and windy in San Francisco on my “one and only” trip overseas but I did not let anything like that stop me. This was my gear on the day of a very wet half day bus tour of San Fran…crossed the Golden Gate Bridge in fog so saw very little. I did however, see it more from the ferry taking me to Alcatraz and I loved SF. Reminded me of the city I will finish on….

A day around the rocks area, close to Sydney’s Circular Quay, and the overseas Terminal with my favourite icon in the background. “A Beautiful Day” as my Mum would say.

Do you have a weather app or three on your phone and Apple Watch as I do?

Denyse.

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Water Is All Around Us Here. #SundayStills. 54/2021.

Water Is All Around Us Here. #SundayStills. 54/2021.

About Sunday Stills:

Terri here has now  moved into her new abode and her friend from Always Write  was caring for Sunday Stills while she did so. I will share this post soon too.

May is here and if you too want to follow the prompts here they are for May 2021.

May 2    Water
May  9 Weather
May 16  Monthly Colour Challenge: Grey
May 23  Favourite Vacation Spot
May 30  NO CHALLENGE

For our planned move from the landlocked space of North Western Sydney back in 2014 we both knew we wanted more space around us, nature and W A T E R.

My husband and I both had childhood and teen years by the waters of towns and cities of N.S.W. but we could not afford to buy anywhere near those areas when we returned to the city after teaching in the country.

We always holidayed annually near the beach, and it was to this area we have retired. Still not purchased a house but we are renting where we feel like we belong for now.

Water IS All Around Us.

The Wyong River.

We live on land which  belongs to the local Darkinjung people who are the original inhabitants of this land. European settlers also farmed this land and it was only a short while ago (less than 10 years) that where we live was a place for dairy cows. The Wyong River’s source is in the hills we see in the distance from near where we live and it meanders in gentle times, and floods in times of big rains. I visit the river at different locations. One is at Tacoma as it readies itself to join Tuggerah Lakes, which then flows to the sea. Another is what I call Porter’s Creek which is where I often go to contemplate and appreciate nature and just up from there is the place, of the original Wyong Milk Factory,  where the fresh water from the river meets the brackish water of the lakes.

Tuggerah Lakes. A Huge Inland Water System.

I see the lakes at various places near us: Toukley, Gorokan, Budgewoi, Tuggerawong, Wyongah, North Entrance and The Entrance.

And undoubtedly my favourite. The Pacific Ocean.

Also known by Tasman Sea – our nearest neighbour to the east is New Zealand. Each beach along the East Coast of Australia has unique qualities and often different coloured texture and types of sand. I sometimes walk on Lakes Beach, and down to Soldier’s Beach. These are places I see the surf and the waves. I also visit the rock platforms close to shore. So much water. So much to enjoy. And I do!

What is the water like where you live?

Denyse.

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Why A.N.Z.A.C. Day Is One To Commemorate Not Celebrate. #SundayStills. 50/2021.

Why A.N.Z.A.C. Day Is One To Commemorate Not Celebrate. #SundayStills. 50/2021.

But first, About Sunday Stills:

Terri here has now  moved into her new abode and her friend from Always Write  was caring for Sunday Stills while she did so. I will share this post soon too.

I also chose not to follow the prompt this week, instead wanting to share about a very special day in Australia’s and New Zealand’s year: firstly with this video.

A.N.Z.A.C. Day. 25 April

Wall of Remembrance. Australian War Memorial. Canberra.

I think about my paternal grandfather who I never met. My Dad’s Dad. He was not quite 21 years old when he convinced his mother (he was an only son) to sign the papers so he could enlist. He fought in France. One of these young men is my paternal grandfather. I do not know and even though Dad is still around, the quality of the photo makes it difficult for identification. These are Aussies through and through!

We are not sure which of these men is my paternal grandfather.

He survived and returned with a War Bride. My Grandmother who then lost her husband in an awful workplace accident some years later, leaving her with 4 children to rear alone. My Dad was #2 child.

My Dad: far right, is 97 and still living. His siblings died many years back.

Dad’s father: Andrew’s Certificate of Discharge in 1920. The war ended in late 1918 but of course, our troops had to be repatriated and as he became engaged to an English lass, she came to Australia in 1919-1920. Unsure of exact date. He was 24 on discharge.

 

I used to make A.N.Z.A.C. biscuits and even tune into the March on TV in Sydney.

I also popped over to one of the local Services in past years.

I like to pay my respects and show appreciation.

Instead, with COVID crowd limitations and taking care to socially distant, I will visit the local memorial later where I took these photos recently.

 

A Mandala I drew & coloured for A.N.Z.A.C. Day 2017.

A Mandala for A.N.Z.A.C. Day 2017.

I have a ‘thing’ about writing A.N.Z.A.C. this way….because it is shortened for: Australia New Zealand Army Corps. The word is pronounced as ANZAC. The word is also carefully guarded by Australia and its use needs to be approved for any commercial use so as not to diminish the reverence with which the name is held.

My Dad is someone who finds A.N.Z.A.C. Day difficult because he was restricted from serving as his family and friends did due to being in a ‘protected industry’. Instead, he volunteered in his local community as well as worked at the Steelworks as a trainee clerk.

My last word: It’s weird but if there had not been this War and the meeting of my paternal grandparents then…I would not have been born.

 

What does A.N.Z.A.C. Day mean for you?

Are there any special things you do on A.N.Z.A.C. Day?

How does your country commemorate the sacrifice of those from wars both current and past?

Denyse.

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I Can’t Find Photos With Violet* In Them. #SundayStills. 47/2021.

I Can’t Find Photos With Violet* In Them. #SundayStills. 47/2021.

*oh but wait. Look here.

I found some. Phew.

Indeed I did.

But first, About Sunday Stills:

Terri here has now  moved into her new abode and her friend from Always Write  was caring for Sunday Stills while she did so.

V I O L E T.

The first thing that came to mind was of course, the flower but then I saw colour challenge and had a look. Oh my.

So many varieties in this colour with blue tinges and red tinges.

So, without further ado,

Here are my examples of violet from family snaps and my garden and a few from here and there.

Family snaps in violet.

From Our Garden Violet.

Arty Violet.

Out and About Violet.

I ended up loving the images I found and am indeed very fond of violet in all her tones.

Denyse.

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Photos In Wyong: From Colour to Black & White. #SundayStills.#11. 32/2021.

Walk In Wyong: From Colour to Black & White. #SundayStills.#11. 32/2021.

Each week I am writing and posting here for inclusion in the #SundayStills from this blogger and kind person, Terri from here. I now post on a Sunday!

From sometime in my post-head and neck cancer BIG surgery timeline, in the latter part of 2017, I began to visit Wyong, a regional and busy place here on the northern end of the N.S.W. Central Coast. It’s about a 12 minute drive from home. I usually only visit on Sundays when it is far less busy from weekday traffic and businesses being open. I have a ritual of getting a coffee made by the kind lady who I have featured here before. I also take a walk around the area, keeping mindful to stay safe as I have been approached for money a couple of times.

Wyong is a very old country town, and I am mindful of its history in the area’s agriculture,  fishing industries, dairy farming, horse training and breeding and of course the original inhabitants from the Darkinjung people.

I took my walk, and looked for interesting images that would look better in black and white, and here they are. Come on my walk!

 

From the elevated carpark….the town centre is quite hilly, this was the view to the sky which turned on some amazing clouds.

 

Before I left to carpark I captured the Chapman Building. It’s located in Alison Road, where I was about to walk, and is now used for a few different purposes but ‘back in the day’ it was a general store for the area. There is a coffee shop underneath. Not the one I go to!

Down the hill towards Wyong Train Station but this was a far as I needed to go. I liked the angles, the crispness of the lines, and behind this fence you find….

This. The former Police Station and/or residence. Now, a real estate office. Again the lines of the building look great in B&W.

As I turned to walk back up towards the park area, where there are still many blooms, I had to capture this light pole. There are some lights like this, with solar on top I think. This one looks a wee bit dirty thanks to the B&W and spiders!

This sandstone retaining wall is strong enough to hold many plants, and trees. The Central Coast area is well-known for its sandstone and I would be certain this was locally mined.

I didn’t climb up to the park for floral photos this time but captured these two from the garden at street level and loved their features even more in B&W.

Now I looked for interest and the recycle bin, in black with cut outs appealed. The sign for access to phone lines, set in the footpath and the phone booth did too.

 

I was almost at the shopping centre ready for my coffee…and this was my final image. So much strength in these lines and angles.

Do you look at and different angles and lines when walking around familiar places?

I like to notice those differences.

Denyse.

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Rain Welcomed Here. #SundayStills.#10. 29/2021.

Rain Welcomed Here. #SundayStills #10. 29/2021.

Each week I am writing and posting here for inclusion in the #SundayStills from this blogger and kind person, Terri from here. I now post on a Sunday!

Living in Australia all my life, I can say with conviction that we always seem to say we need the rain.

We are a large, and often drought-affected country. In the past few years, the unrelenting heat meant that we had not only drought-conditions but it placed much of the country at risk of bush fires in 2019 leading into 2020. They did unfathomable damage…but, even after the rains came, the rain did too!

We are a country like this….as famous poet Dorothea McKellar wrote:

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

About the Rains Around Here. Always Welcomed*.

Each new house built for the past few years is required to have an outside water tank. We also have water supplied via the council from dams beyond the mountains. We have, in some cities, recycled water as options for using in toilet and on gardens (we had this in our Sydney home) so we don’t tend to take water for granted.

*I admit though, we are not too affected by flash flooding here but we have lived in streets where there is no kerb and guttering and it makes life challenging to leave in a vehicle. Where we live now it’s OK as we have some better drained roads and land for housing.

I do LOVE it when I can get out safely in the rain, after the rain or before the rain, to get some pics. These are a few from the past year. I live around 20 minutes from most of these places. Very happy to do so.

I feel energised by the rain and wind at the ocean

 

Not quite raining…yet.

 

A gathering of all the feathered friends.

 

A Sydney pool getting swamped in the rain

 

Dots of rain….

 

Driving away from this, I had to stop to capture it. Rain on its way!

 

Then this

I held the iphone out of the window to capture this! Got wet too.

I admit a rainy day or two is OK but I tend to want some more outdoor suitable weather to arrive. This does not always happen so I do get out for a bit in my car.

Do you like the rain?

Denyse.

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Things That Are White. #SundayStills. #9. 26/2021.

Things That Are White. #SundayStills. #9.  26/2021.

Each week I am writing and posting here for inclusion in the #SundayStills from this blogger and kind person, Terri from here. I now post on a Sunday!

White.

What’s a woman to think about who has just celebrated her Golden Wedding Anniversary?

That WHITE dress.

So much tradition in white. I was a bride of very simple tastes and am not someone who goes for a lot of frill and bling.

These images, of images, sorry, are from wedding photos my 97 year old Dad has hanging in a collage in his Unit.

 

My Mother’s Parents. I called them Nanny and Papa. This is around 1920. These were poor, working class people from a rural background. I would think the gown was borrowed.

 

My Dad’s parents. I never met my grandfather as he died when Dad was 11. My Grandmother (Gran) was a stylish dresser but with little money. She was a war bride from the U.K. marrying the love of her life around 1921. She lived a sad life as a widow with 4 children to support and did it tough.

 

My Parents. 2 November 1946. Mum and Dad had formal photos taken after the wedding. Mum’s gown was, I believe, made with the help of post war coupons. There would have been a lot of help with sewing and more. No idea what happened to the gown. Likely shared with others. Mum and Dad got to celebrate 60 years wed before Mum’s death from cancer.

 

 

The 1970s kids. Us. 23 January 1971. I bought my wedding dress off the rack from the bridesmaid section in a bridal shop. The veil was the closest to fancy. Very practical and comfy. My husband hired his suit.

Dear 11 year old granddaughter, you look so cool. Yes, your Grandma has carted this dress around NSW for over 50 years so you can try it on at our Golden Wedding Anniversary!

 

Our daughter made us an orange flavoured cake (her Dad’s choice) for our Golden Wedding Anniversary and it was decorated with white icing, and flowers. So pretty.

I know Wedding Dresses can be all shades of colour.

This post however, did benefit from having images of brides in white!

No judgement made on reasons nor actual “whiteness” of said dresses as white can be of soooo many differing shades! Ever tried to choose a white paint for a room?

Denyse.

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Feed The Birds. #SundayStills. #8. 23/2021.

Feed The Birds. #SundayStills. #8. 23/2021.

Each week I am writing and posting here for inclusion in the #SundayStills from this blogger and kind person, Terri from here.

And also this is part of my blog’s category for sharing photographs.

I have now combined the two and made a shared purpose photo for this photographic challenge.

Late in 2020 I noticed a flash of movement outside our house.

We have a glass splashback over the stove (never install one, people, we are renting so no choice!) and I saw something flitting in and out of the agapanthus we have growing there for most of summer.

I did not do anything after that other than find my iphone and get some images.

I later found out this was a kind of honey-eater bird and have never seen one since but on this day, the agapanthus WAS feeding this bird!

Have you seen any like this before?

We live in a coastal region of New South Wales Australia in a temperate climate.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I sure would love to say I have seen the bird return, but no, we just have regular nuisance birds who mess up our back patio!

Denyse.

 

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