Harley Davidson Bikes _ The Thunder Ride

Out of bed, showered then into breakfast then in the vehicle to drive to see a small portion of The Thunder Ride held in our State of Tasmania this year. Harley Davidson bikes and their riders converged in the North of the State for this Run. These people come from all over Australia.

This video was taken with my little Canon IXUS 110 IS. Resolution 1024 X 768.

Tartan Tile

Amazing how I made this Tartan Tile from one of my photos. I chose a small portion fiddled and that's the result. It never ceases to amaze me what colours appear in the end result from the original picture.

View from the Shore

On my way home I drove down by the sea stopped, took a few photos of Bass Strait looking west.

Little white flowers plus a few yellow ones near the light house at Devonport, Tasmania. Australia.

Yesterday I washed my father's car, & he helped, felt his way with the shammy.
Dad went to bed early and when I went to bed I must have disturbed him, for he turned his radio on came out into the hall and said,
"What are you doing up so early in the morning"?,
said I, "It's not time to get up dad",
he said, "Well it's 5am, time to get up".
Oh my I thought, he thinks he's been asleep all night and thinks it's 5am so time to rise. Well we did have to get up early and get on the road.
So I told him that the time was 12.05am, and that I was on my way to bed, he nearly had a fit and said,
"That's the trouble with being near blind, can't see the time".
Oh well, we both laughed - at least my dad has a good sense of humour at the age of 85.

Architecture

Recently I had an appointment in our small city, and after that I decided I would take a short walk to take few photos of some of our Architecture.

The above photo is the building of City Park Radio where FM Radio is broadcast from.
This cottage was once the caretakers for the City Park.

Looking at Offices from the Public Library in the city.

Decor of where my appointment was.

The outside entrance to enter to my meeting.

Top end of the main street in the city. The first building was once a Picture Theatre, called the Majestic Theatre.

A building opposite to where my appointment was.

Corner of two of the main streets in the city.

Town Hall

This Hotel has had several name changes over the years and it's not that old either.

This was once a bank in the city.

The Lawn

After or during all the rain, one would think the 'lawn' would be very green and beginning to grow due to it being spring. NO! not at our house. 2 days ago there was a lovely green lawn, but now there isn't a great deal of grass left due to creatures busy underground.

THE CORBIE'S.

Sounds a bit drastic but the ground had to be sprayed to get rid of these small creatures, who do eat all roots of the grass underground. Tell tale signs are holes in the lawn and grass browner and patches of no grass. Worms however, are good for the ground and they leave mounds of soil on top of the hole.

What's Blooming in my Garden

Good to see bees about once again on the Lavender.

Japonica Margaret Davis, Camellia.

This year due to very heavy pruning of last year there have not been many blooms on the tree.

Interesting tale about Tulips.

Originated from the Middle East and Central Asia, 'The Ottoman Empire', some bulbs taken to the Netherlands in the 16th Century. Tasmania exports Tulips to Holland.

Magnolia.

Leucadendron. The last shrub/tree my mother planted.

My Iris's.

The Wind

I was travelling near Broken Hill, NSW Australia a couple of years ago and I came across a piece of paper with these words written on it.

the wind is scary,
the wind is sad,
the wind is pleasant,
the wind is bad.

that wind that blows across the plain
tells us to be careful and look for rain,
the wind that howls at night,
tells us that death is in sight,
the wind that blows from the North
tells us that hot days are coming forth.

the wind can tell us stories happy and sad,
it can direct and divert us to good and bad,
it can be our greatest friend I've learned to trust,
but when it is upset, it covers us with dust.

so give us the wind that is soft and gentle -
the wind that rocks the cradle soft as a mantle -
the wind that caresses the flowers in their bright array,
is the wind I love to greet me at the break of day.