Natural splendour, real musics, wines, wordpower
Today’s, tomorrow’s and the final chapter’s single images were all taken within one half-hour, late on the afternoon of October 25, 2018.
On their “journey” from first to third photo my feet took only a few steps, on a single, nigh-horizontal strand, in almost-unchanging weather and light.
However, if you bend your knees, turn your head a little, and/or change your camera’s focus and/or focal length, one place and circumstance can yield three very different “worlds”.
Comments closedAccording to an alarming recent article in the Australian edition of The Guardian, Australia is “losing the fight” against invasive species.
It quotes scientists who claim that the “invaders” pose a greater threat to Australia’s native species than does climate change.
(so, you may ask, “why on earth does the image atop this Pelican Yoga post depict an Australian native species which is clearly flourishing?”)
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The featured image shows this individual as he or she first became visible to us.
In Hokkaido the local foxes “belong” – they are not feral, and most local humans do not regard them as “vermin”.
Accordingly – when well aware of nearby human presence – some of Hokkaido’s foxes behave in a relatively “relaxed” fashion that would be unimaginable in Australia.
Comments closedA teaspoon of sugar weighs around 4 grams; 3 teaspoons make up a tablespoon.
The bird in this post’s featured image weighs around 7 grams.
Imagine an old-fashioned set of scales with a 1 ounce weight in one bowl.
To “balance” those scales would require 4 such birds in the other bowl!
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Nowhere else near the coast between Sellicks Hill and Adelaide – a distance of more than 60 kilometres – can one stand within and look across such a “big” chunk of mostly-intact native bush.
Comments closedChances are, you know this song via Roberta Flack’s hushed, reverent “1972” version.
(Her 1969 version became a hit in 1972, thanks to Clint Eastwood)
Lovely as hers is, it inhabits an utterly different musical world to that of Ewan MacColl’s Scottish-folksong-ish 1957 original.
In 1973 Bert Jansch recorded his singular, Scottish-folkish version of The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.
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