Sisters Rocks, Stawell: J + G


Returning home from Ballarat, the opportunity to stop, stretch, and explore this place was marvellous, though the (giant) mosquitoes had come out and made a nuisance of themselves.

Sisters Rocks are apparently named for the Levi sisters, who arrived in Australia during the gold rush and made their way north from Port Fairy, camping at these rocks as they travelled by bullock wagon to settle in nearby Stawell. The rocks were protected from being used for building materials in 1873 – and have now become an expansive canvas for graffiti artists.

I will be posting more photos from this site in days to come.

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Day on the Course: end of the day


Late afternoon shadows can be such a delight to photograph, and they do add another dimension to this image.

Again, I like the echoing of the triangular shape of the walker that the old lady is sitting on, and the steps up the tower in the background behind the vehicle on the trailer; the walker’s tiny wheels, and the trailer’s regular-sized wheel; the boxiness of the caravan in the background, and the boxiness of the car on the trailer; the post behind the lady, and the many fenceposts in the distance.

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Good Ol’ Boys: Ford vs Holden


Ah, that timeless rivalry between loyalists of certain Australian car manufacturers – I don’t condone it, or particularly care, but when I was editing images from the car & bike show I noticed the contrast of the very old, very shiny Ford, with the late-model Holden Commodore utility behind it.

I quite like the detail of the megaphone-style PA system standing behind, and can imagine a commentator remarking, horse-racing style, upon the scene below.

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Day on the Course: round and round we go



Most often for me, it’s the shapes in photos that get my attention – especially when they are echoed in that photo.

In this image, my eye is drawn to the old Valiant and its rectangular lines, then up the tower ladder and the shelter at the top, and back down to the car again, with its lines that remind me of the shapes in the tower. Round and round and round we go.

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Let’s Do It (let’s fall in love)


Ah, sweet romance of Spring! The first flower photo of my day in the wilderness saw two flies caught at their tryst.

This image reminded me of the Cole Porter song, “Let’s Fall in Love”:

And that’s why birds do it, bees do it

Even educated fleas do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

In Spain, the best upper sets do it
Lithuanians and Letts do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

The Dutch in old Amsterdam do it
Not to mention the Finns
Folks in Siam do it – think of Siamese twins

Some Argentines, without means, do it
People say in Boston even beans do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Romantic sponges, they say, do it
Oysters down in Oyster Bay do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Cold Cape Cod clams, ‘gainst their wish, do it
Even lazy jellyfish, do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

Electric eels I might add do it
Though it shocks ‘em I know
Why ask if shad do it – Waiter bring me shad roe

In shallow shoals English soles do it
Goldfish in the privacy of bowls do it
Let’s do it, let’s fall in love

The dragonflies in the reeds do it
Sentimental centipedes do it
let’s do it it, let’s fall in love

mos-qui-to’s heaven forbid, do it
soon as every katydid do it
let’s do it, lets’ fall in love

The most refined lady bu-u-ugs do it
When a gentleman calls
Moths in your rugs do it
What’s the use of moth balls

locusts in trees do it
bees do it
even over-educated fleas do it
let’s do it, let’s fall in love!

let’s do it le-e-et’s fall in love
let’s do it, let’s fall in love!