Mosaic Monday

For Mosaic Monday I am showing some of my favourite photos as we travelled around Queensland and New South Wales last year.  If you are following my blog you would have seen many of the places we have been to in this huge country.

  My Country by Dorothea Mackellar

                                                          I love a sunburnt country,

                                                          A land of sweeping plains,

                                                          Of ragged mountain ranges,

                                                          Of droughts and flooding rains.

                                                          I love her far horizons,

                                                          I love her jewel-sea,

                                                          Her beauty and her terror -

                                                          The wide brown land for me. 




Mosaic Monday

Winton, Qld.

 Population approx. 950, Dinosaur Capital of Australia.

Butcher Birds

Butcher Birds

 Butcher birds are native to Australia and are closely related to the Magpie.

Statues and art works in Queensland

Dining area in the foreground,
kitchen on the rhs

Full ensuite bathroom

Kitchen, fridge on left of photo

We have changed the original dining seating as we found it uncomfortable,
and we now have recliner chairs

Various camping spots on our Qld trip

I love her far horizons,I love her jewel-sea,Her beauty and her terror -The wide brown land for me!

                                                            by Dorothea Mackellar

Beautiful trees

Bourke, New South Wales

 Core of My heart, my country

Her pitiless blue sky,

When sick at heart, around us,

We see the cattle die -

But then the grey clouds gather,

And we can bless again

The drumming of an army,

The steady, soaking rain.

by Dorothea Mackellar

Roads across Australia

An opal-hearted country,A wilful, lavish land -
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand -
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.

by Dorothea Mackellar