Mysterious Wildlife
Pic by Gemma Wiseman
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This strange, fox-like animal is wandering into our garden in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula.
The animal has pronounced, dark markings round the eyes, but most remarkable is that the back appears to be striped and then the rear quarters appear hairless!
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Today, around 11am, I took these photos from my back verandah, which is well above the ground, and I am looking into a neighbour’s back garden with my camera lens on full zoom.
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The animal appeared to be making a rather disturbing, loud spitting sound ~ a bit like clearing large spittle in the back of the throat.
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And the animal could have been eating. I could hear a crunching sound in between spitting sounds.
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Wild mangey stranger
Unwelcome cold intrusion
Eerie predator
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“Staycation”
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Dromana pier in summer sunlight ~ Mornington Peninsula
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It was mentioned on the news recently that, with the incoming tides of economic pressures, more people are not leaving their home country for holidays. Some are not even leaving their state. And if it’s summmer, (as in Australia) they simply drive to the nearest beach. Many are discovering the delights of their nearest beach for the first time!
And so, to begin 2009, a new word is bubbling to the surface ~ “staycation”. (The recent news item used this word a number of times.) Will it pass into popular usage? Will it survive and be recorded in the legendary halls of the Oxford or Macquarie (Australian) dictionary?
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Holiday at home
Discover the lights in shades
Bliss of staycation
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Reflections on 2008
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ My treasured fairy now hangs from the back verandah railing of my new home in the Dromana Hills, Mornington Peninsula
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STRANGE, MAYBE SYMBOLIC CIRCUMSTANCES
* 2008 began with the death of my mother at the end of January. I felt not sadness, but a sense of relief, a kind of release. For too many years I agonised over pleasing her but always failed. She forgot about me for some years and just lived in her own world with my brother who had some mental problems. He finally left her in a nursing home and simply disappeared. I do not know his whereabouts to this day. (That’s a very short version. I won’t dredge up more painful details!)
* 2008 ended with the death of my ex husband, the father of my children. His cancer was only discovered earlier this year. His 4th wife wanted to go to Indonesia to see her family for Christmas. They left Australia on 15th December. Oddly, that was the day I moved with my beloved partner to our new home. And my ex died on 30th December in Indonesia. (Another strange circumstance ~ My daughter and son needed to organise funeral arrangements and the only office open on 31st December was in Camden, where we all used to live as a family until my ex took flight with his next new love.) Once again, I felt no seering sadness. Just a sense of more relief, as if finally I really do have a new, promising world ahead.
* My partner has cancer and cannot work. Yet he lives on. He was very stressed and often flared with anger during the house move. I was so worried. And now, he seems content, relaxed, happy.
* The new home seems to have a special magic. I believe in angels is a sign on the lounge room window. The house seems deliberately designed closely following feng shui principles. There are old prayer flags strung beneath the back verandah. The garden is wild and overgrown, but, with a little trimming here and there, we have discovered plants long hidden ~ like a beautiful lavendar bush. The skies are big and high and always mystically changing round this mountain retreat. The waters of Port Phillip Bay are great for dreaming.
Already, I long to own this home. It feels so right.
Where a fairy swings
Delighting in new vistas
Magic harmonies
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Mystique
Pic by Gemma Wiseman ~ Mystic loneliness
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Lonely
Misted landscapes mean lonely
Lonely silences
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Naked
Naked trees in grey swirlings
Naked agonies
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Secrets
Secret longings in mornings
Secret, pale mystique
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Another Sunset from Mount Martha
Glorious sunset
Pulsing fires of yesterday
Embers of living
Scraps wink pale in waters
Germinating tomorrows
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