Liz's Page
A New Eye
It was Friday. I followed my photography group down the ramp to the wharf.
It was a beautiful day to be out.
The sun was bright and warm but not too hot.
This path is usually only for the privileged with a key. Today the gate was open, beckoning us through.
Wonder what is in that hole. A spider, a bird, a mouse?
Through the gap between the ramp and the wharf, the water is green and dark.
What lives there? Jellyfish? Algae?
Maybe the Port River bunyip waiting to see what strange creatures move on the ramp above.
A new kind of photoshot for me - dark colours moving and strange.
It was Friday. I followed my photography group down the ramp to the wharf.
It was a beautiful day to be out.
The sun was bright and warm but not too hot.
This path is usually only for the privileged with a key. Today the gate was open, beckoning us through.
Wonder what is in that hole. A spider, a bird, a mouse?
Through the gap between the ramp and the wharf, the water is green and dark.
What lives there? Jellyfish? Algae?
Maybe the Port River bunyip waiting to see what strange creatures move on the ramp above.
A new kind of photoshot for me - dark colours moving and strange.
Beautiful flowers surprise us in the streets of the Port
My Foot
Like love, my foot is good to stand on if it's strong
Flexible, sturdy, not staying still for too long.
My foot needs to be cherished, nourished, kept fresh and alive.
Heading down paths, unique to my journey and dance to a tune.
Kept safe to a point, but risks it must take .
Landscapes and Waterscapes
Lighthouse Reflections
