In the cold of winter the wattle brings beautiful golden highlights to the bush at Tower Hill.
i was spending a quiet sunny birthday looking over the sea when i was greeted by an amazing spectacle!The man supported by just a jet of water displayed amazing balance. Before long he dove gracefully into the water then rose all over again. There were corkscrews and back flips too to marvel at.The operation was managed by another man in a small, not too noisy water scooter.
Lots to wonder at and discuss about this new phenomenon. A few days later I was able to read in the local paper that the fly board is one of only 120 in Australia and a local farmer had bought it on eBay less than half price, but with lots of regulation ensuring safety of operation.
Wild weather by the sea. Muted blues and green, some grey streaked with white waves that pound fiercely on the shore. Nature surrounds and brings peace. Along come three large men in fluorescent green and orange bearing strange machines to attack the rectangles of couch grass. One mows the lawn loudly. Another small but loud machine, really a wheel on a stick, trims the edges.There is one of those so noisy leaf blowers to pick up who knows what. There is not a tree in sight! Peace has fled.
Waves pound loudly, rhythmically
White slashes on greens,greys, blues.
Neon colours, noisy machines, peace destroyed.