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A View of Mount Warning from Two Tweed Valley Towns

Joanne5 Comments

We spent the morning at a park in a seaside town called Casuarina, about ten minutes drive south, where our beautiful little granddaughter, Aurora, celebrated her 2nd birthday with a few friends. It was a lovely change to go out, and being in a large park we were all able to “social distance” successfully. Not that there’s any Covid in our area, but we cannot become complacent.

After the party, I asked my husband if we could stop off at a couple of different places so I could take photos of Mount Warning. I thought it would be a change from my usual back yard photos.

Our first stop was at Kingscliff. Rain was predicted this morning and thankfully it held off while the party was happening. There were masses of clouds lingering over the mountain though. My first photo of Mount Warning is taken looking across Cudgen Creek at Kingscliff.

From Kingscliff, we drove to a small village a few minutes away called Chinderah. My husband wanted to see if a roadside fish monger was there today, and he was! So we came home with a kilogram of fresh king prawns and two pieces of deep sea Tasmanian fish (which I’ve forgotten the name of). I took my next photo looking across the Tweed River from Chinderah to the mountain.

I probably take the names of our local towns and villages for granted because I’m so used to them. They are very odd names though, mostly Aboriginal words I believe, and difficult to pronounce if you are not a local, so I will try to sound them out –

Casuarina is pronounced Cassa-rina. Cudgen is pronounced Could-jen. Chinderah is Chin-der-a. Kingscliff is an easy one, it’s just Kings-cliff.

The other day I mentioned two other places Murwillumbah and Tumbulgum. They are pronounced Mur-will-um-bah and Tm-bul-gum – the first u is silent. So many people mispronounce Tumbulgum, calling it Tumble-gum which is totally wrong! I’ll try to remember in future to add the correct pronunciations when I mention our strange sounding place names.

And here is my precious little granddaughter, Aurora. She had a wonderful party and was completely exhausted by the time her mummy and daddy got her home. 🙂

P.S. Between me and my son-in-law, we took 450 photos of the party this morning. There are a few extras on Facebook.

Australia · birds · clouds · colours · Mount Warning · photography · Tweed Valley · winter

Sunrise, sunset …

Joanne9 Comments

There was another beautiful sunrise this morning, complete with patches of cloud catching the early morning rays. Right across the southern skies, pale pink hues gradually changed to orange as I took several photos.

The birds were in fine form this morning too, I could hear them chirping all around me, while beside me baby Magpie yodeled his scratchy, youthful tones.

I spent the day indoors, working on a university assignment, so didn’t venture outside again until tonight. It was just past sunset but not quite nightfall. The sky was just a tad darker than I would have liked, but I decided to take a photo anyway, looking across the village of Tumbulgum and the town of Murwillumbah, with the black silhouette of Mount Warning and the ranges in the background.

That’s all for today. It’s getting late, but I already have an idea of what I will write about tomorrow when my eyes are not feeling so weary. I have been reading some very interesting facts about kookaburras, which I will share tomorrow. 🙂

Australia · clouds · colours · Mount Warning · photography · rivers · sugar cane · Tweed Valley · winter

Grey on Grey

Joanne11 Comments

After the vivid blue-ness of the sky, clouds and Mount Warning yesterday, today’s contrast of grey on grey had to be noted.

I took this photo at sunset, when the sun’s rays illuminated the clouds ever so slightly, adding a touch of yellow for a bit of “oomph” to the grey tones.

The second photo was taken with my camera on full zoom. The water is a section of the Tweed River, and growing beside the river – and beyond – is acre upon acre of sugar cane fields.