His thoughts were slow,
His words were few, and never formed to glisten,
But he was a joy to all his friends –
You should have heard him listen.
(Anonymous)
Photo (c) David Trudinger circa 1955
Photo of cats, travel, flowers
His thoughts were slow,
His words were few, and never formed to glisten,
But he was a joy to all his friends –
You should have heard him listen.
(Anonymous)
Photo (c) David Trudinger circa 1955
Toggenburg Region
This week I have a guest photographer, my grandson, William Kling.
It is a photo of the Toggenburg Region in Switzerland, with the Santis (left) and Churfirsten (right) in the background.
(c) Marie Trudinger 2018
Feature photo: Toggenburg Region (c) William Kling 2016
“A rose by any other name, still smells as sweet.”
But would it sound as sweet? Imagine if you will…
He sent his beloved a bunch of red cabbages.

Or
“in the spring becomes a platyrhodon.”
Or
” Tis the last thistle of summer left blooming all alone.”
(c) Marie Trudinger 2018
Photos (c) Marie Trudinger 2018
Haasts Bluff, 230 kilometres west of Alice Springs N.T., is nestled within the West MacDonnell Ranges. It was named by explorer Ernest Giles, after New Zealand geologist Julius Haast. (c) S. O. Gross circa 1950
After good winter rains, the desert, in Central Australia, explodes into colour.
(c) S. O. Gross circa 1950
After good winter rains, in Central Australia, the desert blooms into a riot of colour.
(c) S. O. Gross circa 1950
What better way to show that spring has sprung in the Southern Hemisphere. (c) S. O. Gross (1961)
Strolling down the Brighton Jetty on a summer’s evening, watching the sun slowly sinking into the sea, is a beautiful experience. (c) Marie Trudinger 2016.
Central Australia is famous for it’s stunning sunsets.
Outback sunset (c) S.O. Gross circa 1950
Sunset north of Artic Circle Norway August 1980.
Sun sets at 9.30pm.
Dusk lasts until 11pm.
(c) Marie Trudinger 2018
Feature Artic Sunset (c) Marie Trudinger 1980