The Sunday Scribblings prompt for this week is "Covert".
I thought I would try to tie my last lot of pictures, taken 2 days ago in with that somehow. Any excuse to show them off:).
I woke up a few days ago and thought what could I do to snap myself out of the mindset that I have been trying to break out of lately. I am a Scorpio and therefore a water sign, it calms me to be near the water. I drove down to Point Hut Crossing which is not far from my house and thought I would take a little walk by my dear old Murrumbidgee river. I guess it was a bit covert of me, I didn't let anyone know where I was going. I know this breaks the first rule of bush walking, being let someone know where you are going and what you are doing , but there you go, I am a fool. Nuthin' happened to me.
Peter and I went back there the next morning early with our dog Rufus to check out the walking track there. The section we looked at goes for 2.2 km, to Pine Island. We went most of the way along it then turned around. It took us a bit over an hour in total. Rufus loved it, he found all sorts of interesting smells to investigate. He became most excited by the bunny scents and remembered chasing them on our walks in Junee. We had to watch and take care that he didn't disappear down a rabbit or Wombat hole. I wonder if there were any mad hatters down those.
The first picture, above, is taken near the bridge at the crossing. I thought it looked like those beautiful promising looking clouds were reaching down from the sky to kiss the Brindabella hill tops. We did not get any more than a spit of rain out of them though.
This is a Wombat hole. There are lots of them along the Murrumbidgee corridor here in Canberra. Can you imagine that there is a tired Wombat hiding covertly inside one of these entrances awaiting night time to begin his next adventure.
Enlarge this sign and have a read and a look at the map.
Under this pretty carpet of leaves lies next springs grass, waiting covertly to pop back out into the sunshine again and partake of the nourishment that the leaves provide.
Off the track here... It will take me a long time to write this today, I have a sore thumb so I keep hitting the wrong keys and have to stop to fix my mistakes.
On the upstream side of the bridge the water was as still and as shiny as a mirror showing reflections of the sky and clouds beautifully.
Down stream showing the crossing.
More of my lovely old river. Still at Point Hut.
The Murrumbidgee flows through Canberra where I live now and passes through Wagga which is where I was born. I have a special link with the Murrumbidgee river, it is special to me. It has often got a mention here in my blog. The Murrumbidgee is not one of the main rivers in this country but a part of the larger Murray river system, well, it flows into it eventually anyway.
Here in Canberra it looks and behaves quite differently to the way it does in Wagga. It is still the life blood of both towns though, and many others along it's course. Winding it's way and cutting through the earth providing water for both places to keep the area alive. Providing for agriculture, wildlife and humans as it travels along. Cleansing and recreational. Bordered here by basalt, red and grey granite and tiny sandy beaches. Shallow and bubbling along over the rocks. Sometimes forming wide calm, deep, pools then being pushed back through the rocks into a narrow, shallow, faster moving stream.
At Wagga it is bordered by red clayed, steep, eroded banks and sweeping bends with sandy patched beaches on the curves. Running deeper, darker and brown- green over its bed, flowing over many big, fallen river red gum stumps in the water. Bordered by many billabongs where the rivers course has changed over the years by cutting off it's own curves. Analogous of life. Most of the billabongs have dried out now, because of many years of drought and human intervention along the river.
My dear old river.
Got to go now.
I have other things I should be doing.
Bye Love Linda.