Dandelions

This morning I went for a walk in the countryside with my son. Actually, I walked and he rode his bike.

There were a lot of hills along the way and my 6-year-old son was soon running out of energy. He asked to stop and catch his breath.

While we paused, my attention turned to the dandelions growing along the side of the road. I’ve always been fascinated by them.

Being me, I instantly wanted to take a photo. All I had with me was my phone though. So I thought I’d give it a go anyway. I was actually quite surprised with the results.

Dandelion 1 Dandelion 2

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Steavenson Falls

On Saturday my family and I visited Steavenson Falls. These magnificent falls are about 4km from the township of Marysville in regional Victoria (a little over 1 hours drive from Melbourne). They are easy to locate. You just follow the signs and take the Falls Rd turn from the main road.

Last time we visited Marysville the Falls were still closed to the public. Sadly Marysville and surrounding towns were devastated by fire on Black Saturday, 7 February 2009. Following the fires, there was very little left of Marysville. The bakery was one of the only buildings left standing on the Main St. Numerous businesses, community buildings, homes and lives were lost. The damage extended to the forest areas and the beautiful bushland around the falls was severely damaged. This damage meant that the area around the Falls was unsafe for public access.

Over 4 years later the town is still rebuilding. There are now a range of cafes and shops and many lost homes have been rebuilt. The devastation is still apparent but the town has certainly risen from the ash. The sense of community and strength that it has taken to rebuild after such tragedy is more admirable than words can describe.

Steavenson Falls is well worth the visit. With 5 cascades descending over 122 metres, the site is breathtaking. Surrounding the falls is spectacular bushland. The combination of the water tumbling down the rock face and the green trees rising up towards the sky brings a sense of peace and calm.

 

The Enigma of the Beach

I love the beach. It doesn’t matter what the weather, the beach never fails to fill me with wonder.

As I walk across the sand, I think of those who may have walked here before me. I wonder where they were going. I imagine their lives and the thoughts they had as they walked across the sand.

When I see single footprints I wonder who they belong to. Why were they walking alone? Were they pondering life in the same way that I do? Would we get along if we had the chance to meet? Are they like me?

When I look out to the ocean I am mesmerised by the enigma. What is the world beneath the waves like?

Although I know they are not real, I imagine mermaids swimming through reefs. I imagine halos of sun streaming through the water and engulfing their world.

I wonder about those who have crossed the waters. And I think of those who didn’t make it.

When I see the wreckage of vessels that never reached their destinations, I wonder what it was like for those onboard. I picture myself on those majestic ocean liners of yesteryear. I imagine that the ship had all the luxuries of the Titanic.

As I look out across the water, I dream of where I would end up if I travelled across its expanse.  I imagine finding myself in exotic places, surround by riches and treasures. I picture myself immersed in a cultural wonderland.

I also find myself reflecting on times of old. I look at piers and old beach structures and imagine what the world was like when they were erected. There is a sense of romanticism and beauty in my interpretations of years passed.

But it is not just other worlds that the beach makes me think of. Whenever I walk on the beach, I find myself getting lost in my own world. The serenity and beauty of the water causes me to lose myself in reflection. I think of my life as it is. I recount my dreams. I long for the dreams that have not yet been reached. I smile at those that have.

I don’t know why it is, but for me the beach is a myriad enigmas. It makes me dream of other worlds and reflect deeply into my own.