oracle0711
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Beautifully captured, nicely written and fitfully described. Thanks for sharing and I am mesmerized by each and every post on this thread. 
Went Wandering in South Australia
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Zichar
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Thanks happydog. I brought the D700 with the 14-24mm, 45PCE and 70-300VR.
We didn't do as much hiking this trip but I could still feel a lil' unprepared for the weight when we did!
Beautifully captured, nicely written and fitfully described. Thanks for sharing and I am mesmerized by each and every post on this thread.
Hi oracle, thanks for the kind comments. The place was beautiful, myself, a mere observer. I should write more but simply haven't had the time to catch up.
Zichar
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I try to keep personal snaps out of this but this had to make its way in...
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It's a family tradition I would lovingly say
Just a tradition of one, the rest would remark in unison
To go squid jigging on nights at almost every location which had a jetty
For every trip we've been to in Australia
Five years I've been trying
In different states, at different times
Different jetties with different jigs
Full moons, new moons
Information gleaned from online fishing fora
And the oft-repeated mantra
It's different this time
Soon changes to
This time next year
When we depart
The jigs usually left behind
At our last accommodation with a note to wish
Their next owners good luck
Another year, another try
This time I was sheepish, almost embarrassed to pull my equipment out
Just a ratty ol' Kiehl's paper bag
Stuffed with plastic rolls, handlines and fluorescent jigs
As I watched the two men reeling in one after another
Their rods quivering in the moonlight
The jetty, oddly, with its lights off
My family, dragged out for that nocturnal cephalopod adventure
Wrapped up in layers to fight the chill
Looked askance at me when I mulled over the option of simply driving back home
So I did, my hands repeating the motions
Hope, I think she disappeared during the last trip, at the last cold jetty
The drag of seaweed not even eliciting any reaction
Until at last the pull, it registered as real, the tentacles wrapped around the other end
I imagined the fight a lot longer, muscle and sinew tense and taut
Though my wife she says it was less than a minute
When it squirmed its way over the railings and onto the boards
I gave it away to the two men when I left
Didn't bring a pail nor a bowl, I was unprepared to leave with any catch at all
Instead I left with a smile, and bellowed a hearty laugh into the still night
There is a wisdom that is woe
But there is a woe that is madness
I've soared above it all, and returned to catch more
Over and over again at every jetty at every location we stayed at for the next seven days
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It's a family tradition I would lovingly say
Just a tradition of one, the rest would remark in unison
To go squid jigging on nights at almost every location which had a jetty
For every trip we've been to in Australia
Five years I've been trying
In different states, at different times
Different jetties with different jigs
Full moons, new moons
Information gleaned from online fishing fora
And the oft-repeated mantra
It's different this time
Soon changes to
This time next year
When we depart
The jigs usually left behind
At our last accommodation with a note to wish
Their next owners good luck
Another year, another try
This time I was sheepish, almost embarrassed to pull my equipment out
Just a ratty ol' Kiehl's paper bag
Stuffed with plastic rolls, handlines and fluorescent jigs
As I watched the two men reeling in one after another
Their rods quivering in the moonlight
The jetty, oddly, with its lights off
My family, dragged out for that nocturnal cephalopod adventure
Wrapped up in layers to fight the chill
Looked askance at me when I mulled over the option of simply driving back home
So I did, my hands repeating the motions
Hope, I think she disappeared during the last trip, at the last cold jetty
The drag of seaweed not even eliciting any reaction
Until at last the pull, it registered as real, the tentacles wrapped around the other end
I imagined the fight a lot longer, muscle and sinew tense and taut
Though my wife she says it was less than a minute
When it squirmed its way over the railings and onto the boards
I gave it away to the two men when I left
Didn't bring a pail nor a bowl, I was unprepared to leave with any catch at all
Instead I left with a smile, and bellowed a hearty laugh into the still night
There is a wisdom that is woe
But there is a woe that is madness
I've soared above it all, and returned to catch more
Over and over again at every jetty at every location we stayed at for the next seven days
Zichar
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Zichar
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soulFLY
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These are beautiful ICM...excellent!
Zichar
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Thanks Thomas! You where I got the inspiration from, right?
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Zichar
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Oh and almost forgot, thanks ed for featuring the thread on the CS FB!
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Locks Well, salmon fishing spot
The pickup truck up top said metal sheet works
Its occupants certainly not at work
The watchers above
Fishermen below
Scurrying in to cast, pikemen stance
Backing hurriedly to avoid the pouncing waves
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Locks Well, salmon fishing spot
The pickup truck up top said metal sheet works
Its occupants certainly not at work
The watchers above
Fishermen below
Scurrying in to cast, pikemen stance
Backing hurriedly to avoid the pouncing waves
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Zichar
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A historic jetty to which we circled a few times but couldn't quite reach it from town (until we realised we had to go out then cut back in)
The waves gave out a sound like thunder every time they crashed in spraying mist just at the start of the jetty
Looked rough but only because over time, they carved out a cavern underneath and the sound just echoed within, the water having a surreal vacumn-suction sound as it pummeled the bedrock, like a gigantic water-claw scrabbling for a grabhole
And that's what struck me the most. The waves, curling in...
The waves gave out a sound like thunder every time they crashed in spraying mist just at the start of the jetty
Looked rough but only because over time, they carved out a cavern underneath and the sound just echoed within, the water having a surreal vacumn-suction sound as it pummeled the bedrock, like a gigantic water-claw scrabbling for a grabhole
And that's what struck me the most. The waves, curling in...
Zichar
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Zichar
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The waves would slam into the cliff, worming its way through the holes
A loud roar then coming through the tiny pores, out as mist, bringing along a high-pitch kettle scream
Aptly named Whistling Rocks
A loud roar then coming through the tiny pores, out as mist, bringing along a high-pitch kettle scream
Aptly named Whistling Rocks
Zichar
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This building was just next to our motel, and found it rather interesting
The road slopes down, it had a cutesy metal-craft dog and rubbish bin in front
With tons of pigeons roosting up above
Those are not pebbles on the front step...
I 'saw' it in colour first - bright red doors and blue skies
The road slopes down, it had a cutesy metal-craft dog and rubbish bin in front
With tons of pigeons roosting up above
Those are not pebbles on the front step...
I 'saw' it in colour first - bright red doors and blue skies
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Zichar
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A granite inselberg which was an odd and amusing 'attraction'
Possibly because it was so meh!
We ran up the sloping sides to the top
Rock up there's large enough to sit six
Possibly because it was so meh!
We ran up the sloping sides to the top
Rock up there's large enough to sit six
Zichar
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Zichar
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Mt Ive Station is an old pastoral farmland from the 1800s
Located simply in the middle of nowhere, or to be exact, somewhere in the Australian Outback
Not a sheep could be seen however
Though I was told there are in excess of 50,000 head
Wandering free throughout the land, nibbling at what manages to break through the crust
Rounded up only for shearing, which happened
Barely two weeks prior to my arrival
Red rust dirt billows and gets everywhere
Flies travel in swarms, so thick they can form words and arrows ala Looney Tunes
We spoke to the incoming caretaker
Taking over the incumbent a beautiful blonde, Canadian
Who was leaving at the end of her work visa to get married
She said just the week before, flies were unheard of, unsighted
But moths by the thousands descended upon the homestead
Mountains were swept up daily from the communal kitchen floor
My bad I remarked for bringing the flies
The Good Earth says it’ll be locusts next
Her eyes grew large as platters
We both laughed
The sound almost grating in the silence
Rocks the size of my head littered the tracks
And made for a teeth-chattering ride and abrupt end to conversations
The chef in me always worried for the organic corn-fed free-range eggs in the backseat
Located simply in the middle of nowhere, or to be exact, somewhere in the Australian Outback
Not a sheep could be seen however
Though I was told there are in excess of 50,000 head
Wandering free throughout the land, nibbling at what manages to break through the crust
Rounded up only for shearing, which happened
Barely two weeks prior to my arrival
Red rust dirt billows and gets everywhere
Flies travel in swarms, so thick they can form words and arrows ala Looney Tunes
We spoke to the incoming caretaker
Taking over the incumbent a beautiful blonde, Canadian
Who was leaving at the end of her work visa to get married
She said just the week before, flies were unheard of, unsighted
But moths by the thousands descended upon the homestead
Mountains were swept up daily from the communal kitchen floor
My bad I remarked for bringing the flies
The Good Earth says it’ll be locusts next
Her eyes grew large as platters
We both laughed
The sound almost grating in the silence
Rocks the size of my head littered the tracks
And made for a teeth-chattering ride and abrupt end to conversations
The chef in me always worried for the organic corn-fed free-range eggs in the backseat
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