I take this to be Ayers Rock, David?
I am so glad to see these photographs, David, transformed and transfigured because, in a note to my heathen self from one of my Christian friends, I was reminded that it is today that is the remembrance of Christ’s Transfiguration. He went up to a high place – an Ayers Rock – and there underwent a change which signifies for Christians, among other things, the point at which the temporal and the eternal meet.
For a pagan like me, temporal and the eternal are not different types of time. They run concurrently and I try to live with an understanding of what that means for thought and conduct.
Ayers Rock is a marvelous reminder of this complexity and mystery of time and its durability.
So thank you, David!
Uluru … a huge rock in the centre
of Australia.
Most of it is underground, like an
iceberg.
The white settlers called it Ayers Rock,
but since it was officially handed
back to the traditional inhabitants,
back in the 1970’s, it’s best known
as Uluru.
Thank you for all the glorious photos David, I’m yet to travel in Australia much…. my duties didn’t allow me to do the trips of my dreams, and feel the sands of time pass between my toes… I thoroughly appreciated your beautiful post …
Actually, I do exaggerate, Punam.
Winter is the dry season, so a good
time to travel there. And it’s usually
not too hot.
Climbing upon the Rock has been
permitted in the past, but that is
ending in October. So there has
been a bit of a stampede of tourists
heading out there, unfortunately.
Lindy & I are gentle strollers, not
all conquering climbers 😎
Yes, the bonfire of the vertical
vanities will be extinguished.
They’ll have to find somewhere
else to plant their flags, and dump
their trash. Perhaps they could
give the Himalayas a bash?
I do hope there’s no avalanche 😎
These vertical vanities have already turned Mt. Everest into the highest trash can! Avalanches will be the order of the day, the way we are going about!😥
Well spotted. Being art, I thought
I’d leave it for the viewer to find,
rather than adding captions.
There is Aboriginal cave art in
various locations all about Uluru.
The traditional custodians have
inhabited the area for some 60
thousand plus years, according
to the latest anthropology.
I’m currently arranging to excavate
underneath the Rock. Way down
past where the dingoes hide things.
I suspect we’ll find either a flying
saucer, all smashed up, or a label
saying MADE IN China 🤔
Sorry for the pause
in this rebellious discourse.
But I’ve been staying
at broken down motels
with tumble weed connections
whilst riding the pale horse
through a desert with no name.
But Bojana, thanks for the reminder
of another song, by a different Billy
(… more idle, than Idol) ;
When I get the urge
I just got to splurge
I’m a slave to all my desires
Well I’m in a mess
Because I can’t repress
all of these Bad habits
Can’t help myself
Bad Habits
Well I’m running wild
Lost control
And it’s a shame to see
That a boy like me
Has so many bad habits
~ Billy Field
Being right in the red centre of a vast
and bone dry southern land, not many
get to experience this natural treasure,
So my pleasure to share it, Basilike.
Yes, Uluru is in the bone dry dead
centre of Australia. And we’re in
the thick of a prolonged drought.
We’ve been driving north towards
the tropical coast for the last few
days, and the desert is slowly
giving way to green vegetation.
But bugger all WiFi, so hope to
reconnect is the great bye & bye 😎
Out of respect for the traditional custodians
wishes, I didn’t do the climb. The local mib’s
main objection to tourists climbing the Rock
was the number of fatalities. Over thirty in
recent years. So after October it’s banned,
There are always barbarians at the gate.
We didn’t visit the plebeian camping
grounds, so didn’t see any litter. But
where ever humans go, there seems
to be trails of plastic 😰
Being a free-range anthropologist,
I must apologise on behalf of the
human race. But l am innocent
of the crime of being an accidental
fundamental tourist 😎
I agree on this, David. Reminds me of when I visited Grand Canyon West a few years ago. Some people ventured close to the edge of the West Rim! I have the story and photos on my site ‘God’s Enduring Love’ http://heulu.wordpress.com
I love your poetry, and especially the photos and artistic renditions of the Rock. I am such an amateur posting my photo editing of Kahana Beach, Oahu Hawaii at http://artwithaloha.wordpress.com if you care to comment on my photography attempts. Thanks for visiting my blogsite. Aloha, ~Liz
Yes … Buckeye,
the whole Earth belongs to the Lord.
And I find it most interesting that this
gloriously huge rock is right in the
dead centre of God’s own country 😎
Our family was there a few decades ago when I was about ten years old.
I absolutely loved it. One of the few times in my life I got up to see the sunrise.
Plus, it had rained on one of the days, and we walked around the perimeter…it’s absolutely magic after a rain.
A very special place.
Thanks for sharing these, and bringing back some wonderful memories.
PS I also remember adoring Katherine Gorge.
I wouldn’t have said no to some
rain clouds, Vanessa 😎
Unfortunately, at the moment, it is a
very dry dry season. The waterfalls
are not happening, and the Rock is
thirsty. I would love to come back
when Uluru is wet and glistening.
Linda and I decided to head up to
Darwin, just in time for the annual
‘Bougainvillea Festival’, and visit
Katherine Gorge, & Kakadu, on
the way back. Yothu Yindi have
reformed, after a 15 year break,
& are the opening act of the Darwin
Festival. I’ll let you know how it all
goes, Vanessa 👍
That sounds wonderful!! Yes, please do!
Safe travels!
(Unfortunately, the atrocious weather in these parts yesterday, with blinding dust storms, caused an horrific accident between two semis…both drivers were killed, one a very young 26, a friend to a friend of mine. It’s tragic.)
We drove past a bad one passing
through northern Victoria. Two big
trucks, on a sharp country curve, is
not a good situation. On the Sturt
Highway 130 all the way to Darwin.
Ugh, so sad.
People were criticizing the drivers in this one, but they had terrible choices to make…there aren’t good places for them to pull over, and the way the visibility was, it would be just as dangerous if they had pulled over, as they can’t get completely off the road.
We need some serious infrastructure improvements if we are going to keep trucking absolutely everything.
I remember years ago seeing some movie where Meryl Streep played a Seventh Day Adventist woman accused of murdering her baby in a supposed human sacrifice.
But the baby was carried off by a dingo.
But I think that was the rock that appeared in the film.
Yes Chris, the Uluru was innocent,
and had a Rock solid defence.
And so were the parents.
The camping ground needed
a dingo proof fence.
The park rangers knew there were
some aggressive dingoes in the
area that needed to be taken away, but
had done nothing about it. So they
were happy for the Chamberlains to
be dropped right in it. Even to the
extent of hiding the mauled and
bloodied bady jump suit months
later when one of the rangers found
it. Meanwhile the parents spent
years in jail.
There are sights sacred to the
traditional custodians all about
the Rock. As a courtesy to their
culture you don’t take photos in
those areas. But I did notice some
tourists ignoring this etiquette 🤔
being ignorant of the local belief
that if you take photos of a sacred
sight you’ll die of a horrible disease
as a consequence 😱
You can get up close and personal
at most of Uluru. Just some places
are sacred to the locals. You can
still see, but not touch or click.
Thanks for taking the tour Goldie
… from the bottom of my Aussie
flip flopping thongs 😎
That reminds me of the lyrics from
one of my favourite songs, Kunal:
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade,
the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats,
they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn
plays wasted words
Proves to warn
that he not busy being born
Is busy dying
Temptation’s page
flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be
One more person crying
So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
An’ though the rules of the road
have been lodged
It’s only people’s games
that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do
just to be nothing more than
something they invest in
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him
While one who sings
with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down
in the hole that he’s in
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend
what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on
with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only
Beautiful photos!:) Thank you for sharing!
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My pleasure, Stella.
I’m still roaming the Red Centre,
seeking a scrap of WiFi
and a drop of living water 💦
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I take this to be Ayers Rock, David?
I am so glad to see these photographs, David, transformed and transfigured because, in a note to my heathen self from one of my Christian friends, I was reminded that it is today that is the remembrance of Christ’s Transfiguration. He went up to a high place – an Ayers Rock – and there underwent a change which signifies for Christians, among other things, the point at which the temporal and the eternal meet.
For a pagan like me, temporal and the eternal are not different types of time. They run concurrently and I try to live with an understanding of what that means for thought and conduct.
Ayers Rock is a marvelous reminder of this complexity and mystery of time and its durability.
So thank you, David!
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Your very welcome, Sarah.
And yes, it’s for the best…
to live in the eternal moment
of mindful celestial momentum.
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What ‘s the place, David?
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Uluru … a huge rock in the centre
of Australia.
Most of it is underground, like an
iceberg.
The white settlers called it Ayers Rock,
but since it was officially handed
back to the traditional inhabitants,
back in the 1970’s, it’s best known
as Uluru.
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Ahhh. I have to visit Australia someday. Soon, hopefully.
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You’ll get a good deal with the
currency exchange rate at the
moment.
The Aussie Dollar is down the
toilet. Not worth the plastic it’s
printed on 😪
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Its about the currency of life too – time. Don’t have that either.
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I keep telling everybody that
I’m just a poor Aussie boy …
but no one seems to believe me,
so I know the feeling, Watt 😎
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😂
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Thank you for all the glorious photos David, I’m yet to travel in Australia much…. my duties didn’t allow me to do the trips of my dreams, and feel the sands of time pass between my toes… I thoroughly appreciated your beautiful post …
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My self indulgent pleasure, Ivor 🇭🇲
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Fantastic pictures, David. Is it very hot there?
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It’s mid winter in the Aussie outback,
Punam, so yes … it’s bloody hot 😎
But only during the day. It’s freezing
at night 🥶
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Lol That was stupid of me to ask!
Is the climb to the top allowed?
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Actually, I do exaggerate, Punam.
Winter is the dry season, so a good
time to travel there. And it’s usually
not too hot.
Climbing upon the Rock has been
permitted in the past, but that is
ending in October. So there has
been a bit of a stampede of tourists
heading out there, unfortunately.
Lindy & I are gentle strollers, not
all conquering climbers 😎
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Indeed! Winter must be the best time to be there.
Oh! So only gentle strollers after October!
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Yes, the bonfire of the vertical
vanities will be extinguished.
They’ll have to find somewhere
else to plant their flags, and dump
their trash. Perhaps they could
give the Himalayas a bash?
I do hope there’s no avalanche 😎
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These vertical vanities have already turned Mt. Everest into the highest trash can! Avalanches will be the order of the day, the way we are going about!😥
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Only an avalanche
of frozen garbage.
I pity the poor Yeti.
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Awesome! The picture with the spiral in the black portion of the rock, is that prehistoric?
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Well spotted. Being art, I thought
I’d leave it for the viewer to find,
rather than adding captions.
There is Aboriginal cave art in
various locations all about Uluru.
The traditional custodians have
inhabited the area for some 60
thousand plus years, according
to the latest anthropology.
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That is so fascinating! I’m in a COMPLETELY different field but archeology and anthropology have always been so interesting to me.
So much though is just not explained by modern science and those are the mysteries I love!
Ok, but to be honest, the first thing I thought when I saw Ayers Rock was Elaine from Seinfeld saying, “Maybe the dingo ate your baby.”
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I’m currently arranging to excavate
underneath the Rock. Way down
past where the dingoes hide things.
I suspect we’ll find either a flying
saucer, all smashed up, or a label
saying MADE IN China 🤔
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Really?
I read Azariah’s story long before Elaine uttered those words. So terribly sad.
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Compounded by the parents
being falsely accused. It was
all a big dingo cover up.
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Beautiful photos. Good creativity.
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Thank you very much, Drew 🙏
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Truly magical- Thank you!
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It’s a magical place, Jeff …
where the Dreaming flows from.
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These are lovely, David.
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My privileged postscard, with love, from the land down under, Bojana 😎
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Do your women really glow?
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I think it’s from lying in the Sun 🥵
as the men plunder. Some even
chunder, especially after much drinking 🍺
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So it’s true what they say
everything I do, I do it for you.
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According to numerous eyewitnesses,
this is indeed the case. So l may as
admit it … I’m addicted to love.
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Let’s toast to that, and may she cry – more, more, more.
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Sorry for the pause
in this rebellious discourse.
But I’ve been staying
at broken down motels
with tumble weed connections
whilst riding the pale horse
through a desert with no name.
But Bojana, thanks for the reminder
of another song, by a different Billy
(… more idle, than Idol) ;
When I get the urge
I just got to splurge
I’m a slave to all my desires
Well I’m in a mess
Because I can’t repress
all of these Bad habits
Can’t help myself
Bad Habits
Well I’m running wild
Lost control
And it’s a shame to see
That a boy like me
Has so many bad habits
~ Billy Field
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Don’t repress. Being a (hot) mess has its charm.
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Yes…
Being cool, calm, & collected
is highly overrated 😎
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What a stunning place? Thank you for sharing.
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There is so much beauty in the world. Thank you for showing it!
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Being right in the red centre of a vast
and bone dry southern land, not many
get to experience this natural treasure,
So my pleasure to share it, Basilike.
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It’s beautiful. It reminded me of another rock near the Meteora. The shape is similar, but the landscape is completely different.
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Yes, Uluru is in the bone dry dead
centre of Australia. And we’re in
the thick of a prolonged drought.
We’ve been driving north towards
the tropical coast for the last few
days, and the desert is slowly
giving way to green vegetation.
But bugger all WiFi, so hope to
reconnect is the great bye & bye 😎
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How bad are the last-chance climbers? I read they’re making a tragic mess there.
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Out of respect for the traditional custodians
wishes, I didn’t do the climb. The local mib’s
main objection to tourists climbing the Rock
was the number of fatalities. Over thirty in
recent years. So after October it’s banned,
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Right. But also, there’s nothing cool about taking a whiz on another culture’s sacred site and posting it on Instagram.
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There are always barbarians at the gate.
We didn’t visit the plebeian camping
grounds, so didn’t see any litter. But
where ever humans go, there seems
to be trails of plastic 😰
Being a free-range anthropologist,
I must apologise on behalf of the
human race. But l am innocent
of the crime of being an accidental
fundamental tourist 😎
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I agree on this, David. Reminds me of when I visited Grand Canyon West a few years ago. Some people ventured close to the edge of the West Rim! I have the story and photos on my site ‘God’s Enduring Love’ http://heulu.wordpress.com
I love your poetry, and especially the photos and artistic renditions of the Rock. I am such an amateur posting my photo editing of Kahana Beach, Oahu Hawaii at http://artwithaloha.wordpress.com if you care to comment on my photography attempts. Thanks for visiting my blogsite. Aloha, ~Liz
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My pleasure Liz 🙏
If it wasn’t for the kid’s
I couldn’t post for toast,
being a technophobe 😎
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beautiful portfolio Linda and David the child ties it all up little Goddess welcoming you into her heaven thanks for sharing ❤
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It is interesting that she just appeared
when I ventured into a sacred sight,
Then, just as quickly, disappeared,
without anyone else seeing her 🤔
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Go with … could be a blessing 👼🏽
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Just sayin’
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Awesome sunrise and display of God’s creation. Thank you for sharing.
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Yes … Buckeye,
the whole Earth belongs to the Lord.
And I find it most interesting that this
gloriously huge rock is right in the
dead centre of God’s own country 😎
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Great pictures, great works 👍👍
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Very much appreciated.
It was a labour of love 😎
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Cool photos 🙂
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Glad you liked them, Soiba 😎
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Love the photos!
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Muchos gracias, Henry.
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Amazing Photos David!
Photography is such a great form of art, I wish had ever learnt it!
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So do I, Scott!
I just point and shoot 😎
Thanks for the positive feedback 🙏
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You are welcome!!!
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A feast for the eyes. I gorged myself.
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Thanks for partaking, Liz.
I’ve actually just arrived at
Katherine Gorge, in the
Northern Territory of Oz.
So perhaps more gorging 😎
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Something to look forward to!
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These photos are beautiful and awesome!
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Thank you very much, Charlie.
I’ve been unplugged for much
of this trip, due to being in the
outback. Looking forward to
catching up 👍
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You are welcome, David.
Don’t worry take your time. Enjoy your vacation. 🙂
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👍🌈
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🙏✌️🌅
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Our family was there a few decades ago when I was about ten years old.
I absolutely loved it. One of the few times in my life I got up to see the sunrise.
Plus, it had rained on one of the days, and we walked around the perimeter…it’s absolutely magic after a rain.
A very special place.
Thanks for sharing these, and bringing back some wonderful memories.
PS I also remember adoring Katherine Gorge.
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I wouldn’t have said no to some
rain clouds, Vanessa 😎
Unfortunately, at the moment, it is a
very dry dry season. The waterfalls
are not happening, and the Rock is
thirsty. I would love to come back
when Uluru is wet and glistening.
Linda and I decided to head up to
Darwin, just in time for the annual
‘Bougainvillea Festival’, and visit
Katherine Gorge, & Kakadu, on
the way back. Yothu Yindi have
reformed, after a 15 year break,
& are the opening act of the Darwin
Festival. I’ll let you know how it all
goes, Vanessa 👍
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That sounds wonderful!! Yes, please do!
Safe travels!
(Unfortunately, the atrocious weather in these parts yesterday, with blinding dust storms, caused an horrific accident between two semis…both drivers were killed, one a very young 26, a friend to a friend of mine. It’s tragic.)
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We drove past a bad one passing
through northern Victoria. Two big
trucks, on a sharp country curve, is
not a good situation. On the Sturt
Highway 130 all the way to Darwin.
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Ugh, so sad.
People were criticizing the drivers in this one, but they had terrible choices to make…there aren’t good places for them to pull over, and the way the visibility was, it would be just as dangerous if they had pulled over, as they can’t get completely off the road.
We need some serious infrastructure improvements if we are going to keep trucking absolutely everything.
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Too bad the rail system has been
so neglected.
A fast train in Australia is still on
the slow burner 🤔
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Was just talking with someone the other day how great it would be to have fast trains. Or any trains!
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With slow politicians
what can you do!?
Much of Asia now has far better
rail frastructure than Australia.
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Very impressive photos, David.
That rock looks familiar.
I remember years ago seeing some movie where Meryl Streep played a Seventh Day Adventist woman accused of murdering her baby in a supposed human sacrifice.
But the baby was carried off by a dingo.
But I think that was the rock that appeared in the film.
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Yes Chris, the Uluru was innocent,
and had a Rock solid defence.
And so were the parents.
The camping ground needed
a dingo proof fence.
The park rangers knew there were
some aggressive dingoes in the
area that needed to be taken away, but
had done nothing about it. So they
were happy for the Chamberlains to
be dropped right in it. Even to the
extent of hiding the mauled and
bloodied bady jump suit months
later when one of the rangers found
it. Meanwhile the parents spent
years in jail.
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Such a heart breaking tale.
I remember the news footage of when Lindy was arrested.
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Wow, these are gorgeous photos, very mystical❤️
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Thank you, Judy 🙏
We do seem to be on some
magical mystery tour …
only on the solid rock
of an ancient sacred ground 💛
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Earth time= Dreamtime I think
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Walking the ancient paths
… of a spiritual dimension.
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Absolutely breath-taking photography!
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Thanks J.T. 🙏
The Rock is on a Roll🍥
when it comes to photography 📷
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
A MOST FAMOUS ROCK!
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Rock on, Jonathan 😎
In Christ Jesus, it is
the Solid Rock of life
that we stand upon 🙏 😇
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That particular Rock…is still revered by aboriginals as sacred ground.
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There are sights sacred to the
traditional custodians all about
the Rock. As a courtesy to their
culture you don’t take photos in
those areas. But I did notice some
tourists ignoring this etiquette 🤔
being ignorant of the local belief
that if you take photos of a sacred
sight you’ll die of a horrible disease
as a consequence 😱
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Let’s hope they are properly educated..one way or another.
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Wow!! Beautiful ♥️♥️
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Yes …
Wish I could’ve stayed longer
at the Rock, but had to roll 😎
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Oh, you have to roll,
Wow, these lines look superb 😎
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Even in a red desert 🌞
you can dive right in 🌊 🙏 💦
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Great David!!
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Amazing place!
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An absolute artist’s delight, Peter.
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I wish… in another lifetime, maybe.
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Absolutely breath-taking. I was pleased to see the fencing in the last picture. I was wondering how close can one get.
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You can get up close and personal
at most of Uluru. Just some places
are sacred to the locals. You can
still see, but not touch or click.
Thanks for taking the tour Goldie
… from the bottom of my Aussie
flip flopping thongs 😎
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Wow! Fabulous photos!
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Keep on rocking, Eugenia 😎
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Gorgeous ❣❣❣
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… and ginormous! 😎
Thanks for the visit, Luisa.
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😘
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I love the spiritually enhanced images of this gorgeous and sacred place… I came found your blog via Watt’s blog, by the way. :))
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Thank you in the extreme, Nadine🙏
Yes … Watt is indeed a conduit of
much poetic fruit 🍑🍎🍉🍇🍍
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A conduit! that’s it exactly!
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These are simply out of this world !
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Uluru is in the red centre of Australia.
As William S. Burroughs once said,
there is no such thing as coincidence.
Thanks for rocking on, Kathy 🙏
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Beautiful photos!! ❤ ❤
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Thank you, Flor 🙏💖
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My pleasure David!! ❤ ❤
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Wonderful shots of a great rock!
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Thanks Resa.
The Rock did the work.
I just went for a Roll 😎
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WOW!!! Heard and read so much about Uluru that I gotta visit some day, but then I’ve never been to Oz either. Another tick on the bucket list…
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If you wish to see even a little bit
of Australia, Kunal, better plan for
a long visit 🌏
It’s a big continent 😎
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Yesss! I need a loan… time & money 😆! 🍻
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A not uncommon problem, Kunal,
as money seems to make the world
go around 🤔 Despite the fact that
the planet is flat broke 🗺️
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True! And everyone seems so “busy” strapped for time but nothing substantial is abeing achieved
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That reminds me of the lyrics from
one of my favourite songs, Kunal:
Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade,
the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying
Pointed threats,
they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool’s gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn
plays wasted words
Proves to warn
that he not busy being born
Is busy dying
Temptation’s page
flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover that you’d just be
One more person crying
So don’t fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It’s alright, Ma, I’m only sighing
Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred
While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have to stand naked
An’ though the rules of the road
have been lodged
It’s only people’s games
that you got to dodge
And it’s alright, Ma, I can make it
Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you’re the one
That can do what’s never been done
That can win what’s never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you
You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks they really found you
A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit
to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to
Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to
For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Do what they do
just to be nothing more than
something they invest in
While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him
While one who sings
with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down
in the hole that he’s in
But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it’s alright, Ma, if I can’t please him
Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn’t talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony
While them that defend
what they cannot see
With a killer’s pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death’s honesty
Won’t fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes must get lonely
My eyes collide head-on
with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me
And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They’d probably put my head in a guillotine
But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life, and life only
~ It’s Alright Ma
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Great lyrics! Thanks, David!
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