Aussie Maria's Australia

Hi everyone

Another memory post

And yes they are scans of photos ☺

CUTTA CUTTA CAVES

Northern Territory

Apr 1988

A tropical limestone cave

Very humid and warm down there

I have a bit of fascination with caves

I have visited Cutta Cutta Caves, NT; Jenolean Caves, NSW; Wombeyan Caves, NSW; Naracoorte Caves, SA; and Princess Margaret Rose Caves, SA 

Bye for now

Aussie Maria's Australia

Hi everyone

Having a memory lane moment while trawling through my old photos - yes real printed photos!!!!

So that will explain the colour saturation

Random photos of places and areas that have left a lasting impression with me in my travels ....

Mataranka Hot Springs

Northern Territory

Apr 1988

Three of those tiny little blobs in the water are mine ☺

This tropical stop is just off the main highway that connects Adelaide and Darwin, and is renowned for its thermal pool – a sandy-bottomed lagoon fringed by palm forest and a rejuvenating swimming spot for weary travellers up and down ‘the track’.

This place was heaven after the heat and long, long, long, long, dry, red open flat areas.

Might have to show that one day too ☺

Aussie Maria's Sunburnt Country

Happy Australia Day!!!

A poem which I always feels epitomises to me, my Australia is copied out below.

Dorothea wrote this on a trip back to England when she was extremely home-sick.  I think the poem really shows this.  The bit in red is the most often quoted part of the entire poem.  It is also frequently called "A sunburnt country".  It was originally title "Core of my heart".  I was trying to find a video of Leonard Teale reading this poem, as I saw it once and loved the way he spoke, but no luck so far.  The first part is of course referring to England.

MY COUNTRY

by Dorothea Mackellar

written in 1904

The love of field and coppice,

Of green and shaded lanes.

Of ordered woods and gardens

Is running in your veins,

Strong love of grey-blue distance

Brown streams and soft dim skies

I know but cannot share it,

My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,

A land of sweeping plains,

Of ragged mountain ranges,

Of droughts and flooding rains.

I love her far horizons,

I love her jewel-sea, 

Her beauty and her terror -

The wide brown land for me!

A stark white ring-barked forest

All tragic to the moon,

The sapphire-misted mountains,

The hot gold hush of noon.

Green tangle of the brushes,

Where lithe lianas coil,

And orchids deck the tree-tops

And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!

Her pitiless blue sky,

When sick at heart, around us,

We see the cattle die -

But then the grey clouds gather,

And we can bless again

The drumming of an army,

The steady, soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!

Land of the Rainbow Gold,

For flood and fire and famine,

She pays us back threefold -

Over the thirsty paddocks,

Watch, after many days,

The filmy veil of greenness

That thickens as we gaze.

An opal-hearted country,

A wilful, lavish land -

All you who have not loved her,

You will not understand -

Though earth holds many splendours,

Wherever I may die,

I know to what brown country

My homing thoughts will fly

P.S Key to photos - 1st one is of Uluru in Apr 1988 (dug out of the archives, the old-fashioned way); the 2nd one is Heron Island at the jetty end, Jul 2003 (you can see where they blasted the coral to allow the boats in) Heron Island is totally surrounded by coral and is in the middle of the Whitsundays