
spirit clouds drifting with the light say goodbye

Another recent sunset at Ricketts Point. We never know what will happen until the last few minutes of sunset.
spirit clouds drifting with the light say goodbye
Another recent sunset at Ricketts Point. We never know what will happen until the last few minutes of sunset.
bare mountain full of mystery fuji san
Three different views of Mount Fuji yet all similar. From whatever direction or distance one sees Fuji San the presence and shape remain the same. That is, as long as you can see it. The three scenes are.
When I was younger I dreamed of climbing Mount Fuji however being lucky enough to see the sacred mountain each visit to Japan has been more than enough. Besides climbing is only a dream now. ON my last visit with a school trip My group stayed in the Hakone National park. Two evenings in a row I took them to the temple site for a sunset and both times the cloud hid Fuji. Touring the national park was a rain filled heavy clouded sightless day. Finally on our last morning before travelling to Tokyo I escorted the disappointed viewless students and teachers to a recommended lookout even though the atmosphere was heavy and again cloudy. As we stood there straining eyes with a few false alarms I implored everyone to say a pray to Fuji. A few giggled and then suddenly the clouds parted and for a couple of minutes there stood the mountain rising up before us. Then in seconds it disappeared and rain began falling. I did hope none of my group considered me some kind of holy man calling up Mount Fuji. It was pure luck and unpredictable weather conditions.
This is my contribution to http://Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 343 BARE and Full Visit this link to read many fascinating haiku responses from other poets.
fuji san shinkansen window look up up up
My first glimpse of Mount Fuji was in May 1990 from a shinkansen window as we travelled from Hiroshima to Odawarra. I almost missed it because of the distractions flashing past outside the train as it hurtled along. Suddenly the cloud cleared and through the smog Japan’s sacred mountain appeared, hovering in the sky. Close up there is something awe inspiring about Fuji San
colour performance
setting sun
Last night at Ricketts Point the “after sunset” kept getting more colourful as the rays played with light on the underside of cloud layers that sat high in the sky. Even the birds were watching. There were probably over one hundred human watchers scattered around the bays either side of the point. Todays weather forecast was for high 30’s oC and a North wind.
It was certainly predicted by the intensity of last nights sunset.
warns weather watchers
tomorrow
We decided to take in a sunset at Ricketts Point last night after missing a wonderful display on Saturday evening. The setting sun was not showing much promise until just a couple of minutes before it settled over the horizon. Suddenly the display of colour in image 2 emerged from the scene of image 1. After another 5 minutes or so the brilliance began dissipating up into the cloud and reflecting from it.
To be continued in the next post………..
red sunset fires peoples minds sane or mad
Sunsets play with human imaginations especially fiery red ones. Whenever there is a volcanic eruption in South East Asia we expect brilliant red sunsets in the near future. Fiery sunsets in Summer are also associated with bushfires in Australia, smoke creating horrific scenes with the setting sun. We are lucky in Bayside Melbourne to have a long view across the bay for our sunsets and can anticipate brilliant photographic opportunities with the right combination of cloud and atmosphere. I love photographing sunsets.
This is my contribution to https://ronovanwrites.com/2020/12/14/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-336-mad-and-sane/
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And here is another haiku, a bit more sophisticated!
fireball sunsets fuel imaginations tomorrows promise
fading sunset view makes tomorrows promises more life energy
A recent sunset at Ricketts Point on Port Phillip Bay in Melbourne. It was almost a farewell to our second wave of Covid 19. As of today we have 25 days of no cases or deaths and also now no mystery community transmissions. This is my contribution to Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge 333 Life and View. If you follow this link you will find other Life and View haiku from poets around the world.
falling rain
escaping through drains
to the sea
The water cycle comes to life in my response to Ronovans Haiku Challenge words Drain and Rain. See many other responses from around the world at Ronovan Writes #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #293 Drain&Rain
The images are from top to bottom 1. Rain in Sydney at Circular Quay. 2 and 3. Two Stormwater drains carrying rain water from our local streets down to Port Phillip Bay. Environmentally this is a disaster to the life systems in the bay unless there are filters on the drain outlets and they are effectively managed. Neither of these drains are filtered hence unimaginable items go into the bay. 4 and 5 Storm clouds forming over the bay.
Maggie and I were taking one of our regular walks along the Black Rock Cliff path, however we were moving in the opposite direction from our natural approach. It was amazing to see totally different perspectives from another angle. I had never noticed this Ti tree branch sculpture before and it seemed to beckon our attention. My first thought was a bird lookout , then an insect diving board. Anyway it was worth a photo and then of course the haiku came later. When the bushfire smoke drifted over Melbourne visibility had obscured those rocks one can see in the water. The path ahead in the second photo, (or usually behind) is one of Maggie’s favourites because of the occasional rat that hops across in front of us creating much excitement. We know Tiger Snakes lurk here , (attracted by rats) but are yet to see one. We are so lucky to have this landscape only a few minutes drive from home.
An interesting comparison at the Middle Brighton Sea Baths in Brighton, (Melbourne) recently. Behind that screen and under the umbrellas were people who had paid to use the facilities . At the adjacent seawall some Cormorants and a Seagull rested up in the sun before taking to the water at their leisure. Same sun, same water. Isn’t the life of a bird so much less complicated?