Weekly Photo Challenge: On the Move

Slooooowly

My top five from this week’s WPC:

• 2812 Photography
• Tom Warren Photography
• Roland’s Photo Blog
• Random Pretty Pictures
• ms. diplomacy

Weekly Photo Challenge: On Top

We played golf in Canberra this weekend, and this pink galah, in his lofty abode, was our audience on the 6th.

For more entries to this week’s WPC, see The Daily Post.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Habit

It’s our habit, on a Saturday, to head out early for breakfast at our local, and then to the golf course for 18 holes.

We got more than we bargained for today – on the fourth, a thunderstorm so powerful in its rain and wind action that we struggled to run against it to seek shelter from the lightning spiking all around us. The golf course was flooded in a couple of minutes – it’s frightening how quickly the weather can turn deadly.

For more entries to the WPC Habit theme, see The Daily Post.

Feeding Time on the Golf Course

“I think I spy a worm…

“Got it!” 

“Pssst, Horace, I think we’re being watched.”

“Oh for goodness sake, Edith, stop imagining things and eat your dinner…” 

“Mmm…I think I spy a plumper morsel over there…”

“nom, nom”

Click here for the Animal Olympics

Not So Sweet…

Look, a little butcherbird!

He’s so tame.

Aww, isn’t he sweet?

mmmm…perhaps not…

You can listen to the grey butcherbird’s song at Birdlife Australia

and the pied butcherbird’s song at the Listening Earth Blog

Weekly Photo Challenge: Hope

Have had a foot injury since the end of November
so am in hope that I will be back in my golf shoes (actually, any normal shoes would be good)
and walking the golf course again in the not-too-distant future

Weekly Photo Challenge: Peaceful

Golf courses – some of the most beautiful and peaceful places on earth

(unless you have a bad game, of course ;-))

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Rounds in resilience

It’s her little joke –
every round is stroke –
the way she hits that ball
you wouldn’t know she’s had two

bionic man, quadruple
by-passed, defibrillated, has me
in stitches

at 80, his game’s
got more heart
than mine

then, on the 13th,

seasoned traveller
confides myeloma’s no
handicap to chipping
away at the children’s
inheritance

golf’s putting
this stupid game
in perspective

but it ain’t no Sunday
drive

Sometimes

Sometimes,
we turn away from work,
inhale others’ gardens,
look out at iridescent birds,
shapes cast by the sun

Sometimes, we ignore our chores,
cycle the distant suburbs,
look at how another tenth live,
eat exotic foods on the streets

Sometimes, we forgo the car,
ride the ferries and trains,
look for treasures in labyrinthine shops,
play tourist for a day

Sometimes, we shun the inner life,
chase the little white ball,
look right, look left  (up at that thieving crow),
rarely straight down the middle

Sometimes, we blow the budget,
wine and dine on the Quay,
watch the passing parade,
the city at play

Sometimes, we forget ourselves,
lie outside in the dark,
look up, and beyond
to the edge of the universe

and close our eyes
in peace