We were born to make manifest the glory of God within us.
It is not just in some; it is in everyone.
[Marianne Williamson]

Friday, January 28, 2011


An improbable flash of purple on green - a kingfisher darts to the dam.

Thursday, January 27, 2011


UV so strong that even the sunflowers turn their faces away.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

The HOTTEST day of the year

Frozen raspberries melt to a mouthful of sweetness and seeds.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Parked in the sun

Air radiates from the dash, too hot to breathe. I drive with only my fingernails touching the wheel.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Court House

Old wood, dust and leather combine with the musty scent of ancient paper.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Out of our element

He clutches me, giggling, every muscle tensed to resist the surging suck and swell of the surf.

Saturday, January 22, 2011


The screech of a sulphur crested cockatoo scrapes across the dawning sky.

Friday, January 21, 2011


I stop to pick blackberries after my run. A fingernail-sized frog scuttles for shelter amidst the thorns.


Again the Jacky lizard, sprawled over a sunny pot, too comfortable to move. We sit and watch each other.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Patch of sunlight

A Jacky lizard raises one arm as if asking permission, then flattens its pale belly on the warm wood.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011


Soft, feathery fringed petals stroke my skin. "Mummy, I is painting you yellow!"

Monday, January 17, 2011


In a shallow, sunwarmed puddle, a glittering, squirming larval swarm.

Sunday, January 16, 2011


Glossy Black Cockatoos, sillhouettes against the bright sky. One carries a beakful of twigs and soft bark.

Saturday, January 15, 2011


The river's surface is wrinkled like old skin. Two ducks create smile lines. The white wound of a speedboat leaves a scar.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Morning breath of the bush

Bouquet of pine, eucalypt and turpentine. Undertones of damp earth and fungus enhanced by the aromatic high note of ziera.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Clover Blossom

Eighty-one white winged angels dancing on a slender green pin. The bees dance too.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011


Less than a handful of damp fluff and feathers, intently gleaning breakfast under the sodden leaves.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Still raining

White curtains of water veil the trees in the valley. A bare branch becomes a crystal chandelier.

Monday, January 10, 2011


Fingertips of glory thread a rainbow through the clouds. Kookaburras chuckle in the glistening trees. The rain returns.

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Late afternoon

Thistledown parachutes drift on breaths of air, seeking safe landfall.

Saturday, January 08, 2011


Cicadas shrill a chorus to whisper song of leaf and breeze.

Friday, January 07, 2011


Molten gold ignites the horizon; white fire lights the sky as I run.

Thursday, January 06, 2011


Asphalt steams in travel-scented dreams.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011


Sky grumbles, heavy and dark with imminent tantrum. I know how it feels.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011


Through a filigree of leaves, glimpses of a silvered sky.

Monday, January 03, 2011


Jewel drops glisten on a silken web, the invisible revealed.

Tending tomato plants

Staking softly furred stems. Sticky, pungent sap perfumes my hands.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

New Year's fireworks

Cool, clear morning. Flashes and sparkles of birdsong welcome a new day and a new year.