Friday, December 24, 2010

Remember this ....?


and this?

Well, look at me now .....


and now!

In November 2010 the catchment received 155mm of rain over 12 days and in December 2010 (to  the 16th) it received a further 143mm of rain over 5 days.

I snapped a few early sunrise pictures across the newly (almost) full dam.

 As the sun rose over the houseboat anchorage:

and a few of the locals came awake to dine ...

It was really nice to see the water back in the dam after 15 years of drought.


sophie...^5 said...

This is unbelieveable..Happy Holidays!

Sharon said...

Wow, what a difference a bunch of rain makes! Looks good, so does this mean your drought is officially over?

Nice pictures!

Cute visitors - they the ones that did the damage to the trees or????

Happy Holidays!

JohnD said...

Narh! Those are 'residents' = mob of about 300 to 500 are allowed in the park areas. They just go where they like.

The drought - Yair, I reckon we are on the way out of it - Now we'll get the "... flooding rains ..."

My Country

by Dorothea McKellar

an iconic poem about Australia

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!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
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.