Finally I Am...

Finally I am back into my morning routine of taking a long morning walk shortly after waking.

 It used to be my daily ritual, yet after a series of accidents last year recovering saw me sitting more than moving.

 It's not until I began my morning routine once again that I realised just how beneficial these dawn meanders are.

On the weekend I may sleep in a little, but my feet still want to zoom out of the door fairly swiftly after waking. 

This is a series of photos taken over a couple of weeks during my morning walks.

Being out at this time in the morning is my favourite time of day.

It's so still and quiet.

Slowly the birds begin singing to the rising sun.

Some have already began eating breakfast, discarded flowers litter the footpath.

I do prefer to begin my walk in the dark, yet as spring is creeping closer to summer, it's getting light earlier.

In the cool morning air so many fragrances fill the air. 

Lilac, honeysuckle and orange blossom being those I can identify.

Mostly, Western Australian wildflowers have scents that are not detectable to the human nose. Birds and insects however know when certain flowers are blooming.

I often see ravens about, yesterday there seemed to be a family meeting taking place on the road.

The previous day when I went without my phone I saw eight tiny ducklings with their parents, I think it was most likely their first morning on the earth as they were super tiny.

Reaching home, it's always nice to see a light coming from the cottage, offering a cosy glow.

Before heading inside though, it's time to let the girls out of their nightbox so they too can begin their day...

There's Never...

There's never a day that I am not given a scene of pure fluffy loveliness.

Miss Bear and Charlie are simply an adorable duo. 

Charlie is the more amorous of the two, and will often seek cuddles from his sister, and he especially likes to give her a kiss or two. Miss Bear tolerates his affection, although deep down I'm sure she loves it.

They both alternate between one comfy place to sleep, currently Charles likes his cow stool, where Bear has two current favourites. One of the cushions and one of the many cat beds they have. Which occasionally she stretches her legs out of, which creates a comical image.

And they both absolutely love outside time.

Especially when I sit outside with them.

I am so grateful for the little things in my life.

Especially these two little furry companions...

 

What Price Comfort...

What Price Comfort is an exhibition currently showing at the Midland Junction Arts Centre, it's a thought provoking display of art created from household waste.

I myself am mindful of my footprint upon the planet, even so I was thoroughly impressed with Margery Goodall's use of waste as a medium for artful creations.

Societies across the globe are based upon a throwaway system. 

Billions don't really consider the impact on the planet with what they throw away.

Packaging is often extravagant and if you think about it, needless.

I for example will not buy coffee unless it's in a proper ceramic cup, I don't actually see the need to stop and buy takeaway coffee.

I rarely eat out, if I do though, it's never takeaway, again I prefer to sit and eat a meal on a proper plate.

I have the same reusable material shopping bags that I've used for years. If they break from over use, I make some more.

I recycle as much as possible and avoid plastic bottles at all costs. 

I truly hope this exhibition makes many people think about what they throwaway on a weekly basis. 

The waste that is strewn across the planet causes endless environmental issues, not to mention deaths of wildlife and the pollution and poisoning of the earth's waters.

If more people began living cleanly and thinking about what they buy, and what they throw away.

What they actually need, not want.

One by one we would begin to transform as a species, if people begin to remember how incredible this planet is. 

To waking up with new eyes and seeing what a paradise they were gifted.

And once again begin to take care of her.

I've said many times.

How intelligent is a species that destroys the planet they call home...