Why must I be something that clearly I am not? Why must I wear a cloak that bears not my arms or my shield? Is it not noble to present oneself in a true light, must I forever hide my soul from those who might to readily judge me?
“Taking an image, freezing a moment, reveals how rich reality truly is.”
Avoca is a former gold mining town situated between the larger centres of Ararat and Maryborough on the banks of the Avoca River.
The Ballarat Botanical Gardens Reserve, located on the western shore of picturesque Lake Wendouree, in Ballarat, Victoria, Australia, covers an area of 40 hectares which is divided into three distinct zones. The central Botanical Gardens reserve in the ‘gardenesque’ style of the Victorian pleasure garden. On either side there are open parkland buffers known as the North and South Gardens. The Gardens celebrated its sesquicentenary (150 years old) in 2007.
a postcard setting on the banks of Birch’s Creek at Smeaton, Anderson’s Mill stands as a powerful reminder of an industry that flourished after the gold rush of the 1850’s. Standing today much like it was over 100 years ago, the five-storey bluestone building and its magnificent iron water wheel are still in place. Anderson’s Mill is located in Smeaton, north of Creswick, in an area well known for its fertile volcanic soils and gold mining past.
“There is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.”
“You just can’t beat the person who won’t give up.” ―Babe Ruth
Our task must be to free ourselves by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty.
“When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Nearly every morning I try to go for a walk along a beaten track that follows a creek bed quite close by here. At 6am it is beyond peaceful, it’s rejuvenating and inspiring as the sun rises over the horizon or when the fog gives the path a surrealistic outlook.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched – they must be felt with the heart.