Recently, my feed has been saturated with beautiful pictures of Cradle Mountain, generally covered in snow. However, while very fine, the mountain is only one aspect of this diverse World Heritage site. Here I present a series of images of the park that no not feature the titular mountain to show a few different sides.
A walking track
Bleached eucalypt branches
A small (possibly kettle) lake
A medium-sized waterfall
A small waterfall
Moorlands bordering dry eucalypt forest
A misty morning
A black currawong
Sunning and grooming near the lodge
Overall, an all-rounder, well worth a visit (these photos are from late autumn).
We have a new cat, a 1-year old rescue. Cat inter-relations are coming along gradually
Starting this process over again. This one has a different pattern to the last
I’ve been fairly absent online, with PhD work and all. Hello internet, and here is a picture of my study fish
I’m seeing a lot of Positivity going around at the moment, much of which is benign ‘seeing the good in the world’ stuff, but with the occasional pathological form.
There is a segment of the internet that seems to push ‘looking on the bright side’ to the point of being unwilling to acknowledge that silver linings aren’t always as good as the original Plan A, or that sometimes we have to do things not because we want to but because we have to. Things like bad jobs that pay the rent come to mind, though that’s thankfully not something I have to deal with at the moment. It should be completely fine to dislike some parts of life, or to feel like the good things don’t outweigh the bad (especially true of the good relationship vs. bad/no job equation for women), but the cult of happy isn’t always ok with that.
This is also a problem with health issues, even life threatening ones – people dealing with cancer should not have to look at it as some form of blessing is disguise, for example, yet somehow there is pressure from some quarters to do so.
That’s my ramble on that for now…
I call this image 'still life with shredded cat toy'
My rag rug, in the braided style and entirely hand-stitched, is finally finished
A mother and joey take advantage of the boost rainy weather had given to spring grass in Tasmania’s far south
Beauty in New Zealand