Journey Through Life

Stigma in a name Handicapped. Some people show distaste for those with a visible handicap. The word handicap has many different cognations. I don't see it as something a few people are afflicted with. To me. Everyone is born with one, or another, disadvantage. Sight is one. If not born with it blindness may form at a later time. The same for hearing. Due to a reason, or accident, you lose your hearing. Hearing aids are needed. These are a curse of many people. Bones and muscles may not form properly in the womb. Other problems might cause different, and difficult, reasons to cause an inconvenience for the child and parents. The cost of the health cover for years. The stress on both parents and patient. Wearing down of energy to cause health problems. Then there are other handicaps for horse racing. Golf. Athletics. Car racing. Different diseases which cause many people to become handicapped. A car accident. A fall from a ...

We went to a shed full of olden item from the past. There were a few thing I'd have liked to buy BUT I have no room to put them. So I took photos and brought them home that way at little cost to me. And I don't have to search for room to place them.  After our visit here, we got on the bus for the long drive home. We arrived home about six. Exhausted from the enjoyable day. We were away for nearly eleven hours. Had to rise before the birds to be on time for the bus.

We stopped at a park to have morning tea. There was a Hippie Market not far from us. One of the stall owners had this joey. We all asked could we have a pat. It was very friendly. This is Borumba Dam in the Mary Valley. I took these from the lookout.area. I'd hate to be those backing down the ramp to put the boats in the water. If the brakes failed the only place to go is into the water. This was a very peaceful area. Everything green and refreshed after the past lot of floods. We went to Imbil for lunch and to look around the town. We had a wonderful lunch at the hotel.

After a day spent with extended families for the funeral of my uncle, some of us spent the day at the beach, before they had to return home. Some we only see once a year because they live in another state. The trip was long on the way up because floods had closed the main highways. An extra 500 km had to be traveled through back country to be here for the funeral. The sun shone down during the service.

Santa and his mother. He drives the bus for our trips and she cooks the cakes for our morning teas. This was taken at out Christmas Party. Some went on the Christmas Bus Trip. I decided to stay home to rest. My story of my Christmas. Some might say boring. But I've enjoyed the time spent resting, and catching up on jobs forgotten when I had a virus, and broken toe. At least I have found the plants among the weeds.                                     Argh. Humbug. Argh. Humbug. Christmas has been. And gone. All the hard work spend to celebrate one day. All my cheer had left before the day arrived. Joyful was washed away with exhaustion. The heat zapped away any remaining hope and little energy I had left. Sound like I'd been preparing to have a house full of family. No. This year I decided to chill out. Not slave over a hot stove. Not overeat. I turned down all invitation to be wi...

Why couldn't the sun have risen...later? Every muscle ashes. I rolled over to return to dreamland. Oh. No. I wish the driver of the tilt train would keep his hand off of the whistle. Ah. Well. I'd better rise to finish the job. Or try to. Dressed. I gathered up the clothes to wash. Carried them down the steps to the laundry. Once the washing was set I went to make a much needed coffee. Slipping on gloves, I grabbed the handsaw on my way out the back door. I collected the rubbish bin on my way. The parrots screeched. I had dared to disturb their morning feed. If anyone wanted to sleep in they'd be awake, now. I had a job to do. Anyway. I'd skipped my breakfast. Picking up the pick I started the clean up. I kept a look out for toads. Or snakes. I cringed at the thought of either one appearing from the rubble. My hands. And back. Complained. Taking up the handsaw I cut the limbs into smaller pieces to fit in the bin. I cursed. Why did I lis...

The topic for the month is slow exposure. I hadn't had time to read all the information about to use my camera. So how did I do slow exposure. Well. There was only one way to find out. Experiment. I like snapping people - unawares. I get better action shots that way. I decided to practice what I thought would work. I focused the camera on the water feature. Zoomed in for a close-up. Pressed down on the shutter button. I held it in place for a few seconds then let go. I took another one. I switched to assessing mode. I had succeed. Both photos had a different shape in water which slowly fell. So I stopped at each water feature throughout the ground which were on display. And another of a fountain in a lake from the sixth floor of an apartment building. Following are some of the different shapes I captured with slow exposure. Also the sun rising above the building next to where I stayed. Slow exposed.