Super Dog Sheba

Sheba had surgery on a benign tumour a couple of weeks ago


She is doing very well – the wound has healed magnificently


Never met a dog whose hair grows so fast!

She’s a lot happier now 😍


She needs to be sheared along with the alpacas (then we can see the smile)

Time is Ticking


‘Time is Relative’ clock made by Tessa Bryden

clock is ticking,

blue notes of winter play

a sombre song



‘Blue Note’ clock made by Michael Bryden


Note: Tessa and Michael made these clocks at school in Design Technology (he made his 2 years ago, and she made hers this year)



Intelligent air breather immersed in the sea

‘My head is full of killer whales
and they are trying to get out!’ he said
face bloated
eyes popping under pressure of orcas
the mettle of deep spirit forces.

The incarnations of orca are many.

Spyhopping in cold ocean water
with warm blood and majesty
brutality cloaked by ethereal beauty,
tear-like haze covering black eyes that grapple my soul.

Showing off – porpoising in dark waters
breaching to good effect
displaying a strong, white chest like a silverback gorilla
black glossy back disappears into the depths
reappearing to display again.
I am mesmerised but not afraid.

Don’t get too close!
the force might suck you in
mass of savage flesh creating dire chasms in the water
juxtaposition of fascination and fear.

Then, hunting in pods like packs of wolves
speed, ferocity, synchronicity
wolves of the sea
following the bleating of lambs
a blanket of fear smothers my warm breath.

Conscious mind immersed in dream.


‘Orca’ was published in the Third Eye journal (Vol 1, Ed 2, Dec 2009)

* photo by Gabrielle Bryden

Australia takes the lead in the animal Olympics


Synchronised Pecking



Floor Gymnastics


Gymnastics (Beam)




Competitors: Emu, Humpback Whale, Gecko, Frog, Kangaroo,
Photography by human: Gabrielle Bryden
Spectator: Kookaburra

Location: Woodgate Beach, Hervey Bay, Queensland

the show must go on,


Now I know how Dorothy felt when the tornado picked her up in Kansas and whoooossshed her to the fantastical land of Oz to be with a bunch of witches, the scarecrow, tin man and cowardly lion. Now I know how a cork from a bottle of rum feels when thrown overboard by a pirate (concentrating on the melody of what shall we do with a drunken sailor while scratching his itchyaaarse and dancing with a mermaid of his fantasy), tossed up, down and sideways on the black, tumultuous seas, longing to be safely back in the dry ship cabin. I must be hallucinating, I’m sea-ing a pink snail floating on fairy floss or is it slithering along a shimmering martini, too many incantantations to digest,
never mind that, I can see the washing machine waters beginning to settle, a little, and the sky tonight is red so another day will bring a sailor’s delight of calming seas, for sure
peppermint tea anyone …

he would have it no other way
the show must go on,