Where the Beach Roars

While waiting on the edge of the canal at Dunalley, a lovely boat came past breaking up the reflections.

Pelicans at Taranna

A very crooked jetty at Carnarvon Bay

Still waters here, not a roaring beach here.

A murder of crows

An interesting shelter from the rain when having morning tea outside.

Divine looking strawberries for morning tea.

and then the roaring began,

one wave after another,

leaving art in the sand,

I loved the rocks,

even ones that looked like tombstones.

A necklace from the sea,

even the birds came out for a look

at the waves crashing into the cliffs

where the rocks looked like crocodile skin.

and lunch was had at Lucky Ducks.

Out in the Country

Chook in the church yard

Windswept

This old shed's walls are clad with flattened out kerosene tins.

Homemade hinges

Back country graffiti made with a shotgun instead of a spray can.

Craigbourne Dam

A Little Bit of History

I visited the history room at Colebrook recently and these are some of the treasures I discovered. Some of you might recognise some of the items.

Beautiful beading on an old handbag.

Milk glass light shade.

Candle holders (I think)

An example of the exquisite handwriting of the day.

The Things You See On a Monday

A gathering of galahs

Coral growing at Dunalley

A circle of sheep

A bird balancing on a ball

A sea urchin by the water's edge.