JSMedia - Downunder
  • Apr 2025
  • Mar 2025
  • Feb 2025
  • Jan 2025
  • Dec 2024
  • Nov 2024
  • Oct 2024
  • Sep 2024
  • Aug 2024
  • July 2024
  • June 2024
  • May 2024
  • April 2024
  • Mar 2024
  • Feb 2024
  • Dec 2023
  • Nov 2023
  • Oct 2023
  • Sept 2023
  • Aug 2023
  • July 2023
  • June 2023
  • May 2023
  • April 2023
  • March 2023
  • February 2023
  • January 2023
  • December 2022
  • November 2022
  • October 2022
  • September 2022
  • August 2022
  • July 2022
  • June 2022
  • May 2022
  • April 2022
  • March 2022
  • February 2022
  • January 2022
  • December 2021
  • November 2021
  • June 2021
  • August 2020
  • July 2020
  • Page 2
  • Page 3
  • Page 4
  • Intro
  • Intro 2
  • The Visit
  • Hill End
  • Sofala
  • Going Home
  • Feedback
  • Jan 2024

Picture

Let them be, to roam wild,
With human assistance on hand.
Each is nature’s beloved child.
It’s a dog’s life― grande and unplanned.

Picture

The spirit of the journey has evolved,
Choose a hilltop spot, with trees silent witnesses.
Lifestyle remains, tho’ life’s rhythm has shifted,
Time is jostling our collective consciousness.


Picture

Maybe it’s not gold, or pink and blue,
We live in a world of endless art.
You can let your eyes see colours true,
Any shade that touches the heart.


Picture

Pause in chaos, embracing the strife,
Answers await in the tangled wood.
For within this mess lies the essence of life,
A journey to clarity, may be misunderstood. 


Picture

Beside me stands my loyal friend,
The ocean whispers a sound so serene,
Together we cheer, for last night’s end.
A change in moments, so pure, so clean.

Picture

Through sapphire dusk, it glides with grace,
In nature’s cradle, every bat surely blessed.
This one’s visiting, on the way to a friend’s place,
In moonlit trees, to put its feet up and rest.


Picture

The eucalypt by the river is tall and wise,
Silver limbs twist to cradle the night.
A bat’s wings carve through sapphire skies,
Exposed from a burst― my Nikon speedlight.

Picture

It was the softest pillow, such a delight,
How I got here, I haven’t a clue.
Dreams were wild, some gave me fright,
Then a gust of wind said, ‘Toodle-oo’!


Picture

From a corrugated rooftop, I gaze,
Colours reach out from the horizon.
Golden hues dance with a fiery embrace,
Now August mornings have begun.


Picture

The ocean giggles, ‘Are my waves in sync?’
Morning has broken, is the happiest cue.
With a splash of joy, plenty of time to think,
Such a perfect day for both me and you.

Picture


Emma pondered life’s meaning, watching waves dance,
At North Burleigh hill, on her own.
Others took selfies, to not lend a glance,
Indisposed visitors all glued to their phone.


Picture

Gold Coast seaway is where the sun sits low,
Birds with feathered wings fly free.
There’s a haze of colour and a radiant glow,
If I flap my arms I’ll fly too― just watch me!


Picture

“When the moon hits your eye,
Like a big pizza pie, that’s amoré.
When the world seems to shine,
Like you’ve had too much wine, that’s amoré…”
Sung by DM.


Picture

No cacophonous engines, or clanging machines,
They spare the cost of labour, and a world of strife.
Bush turkeys sweep through such simple routines,
Their work is priceless in the symphony of life.

JSMedia 😎

Picture

Bring along your water and your coffee mugs,
Where amazing colours join the sea and sky.
You could be surfing or taking selfies with hugs,
At today’s sunrise― I’m sure you’ll know why?


Picture

I’m here on Burleigh hill to catch,
A golden glorious display.
Every local comes along to watch,
Why the dawn brings a new day.


Picture

I’m shouting out to let the world know,
If you’re free, come join us to see.
Today’s perfect sunrise and its golden glow,
Bring your coffee, it’s the best place to be.

Submit

Subscribe to Newsletter
Powered by Create your own unique website with customizable templates.