You know some people never see such things.
John Williamson’s beautiful song “Cootamundra Wattle is my friend” is floating around my head.
Day 7 of what has become a photography/blogging challenge (as one art form nourishes the other), it’s Sunday.
Sunday used to be a day of absolute quiet in country towns. Not so much anymore. People are busy no matter what the day and the sound of trucks on the highway never stops.
Nevertheless, I took my Canon 6D out with a lensbaby sweet 35 down the barrel, and spit out a few shots in the industrial estate.
Steve was also working outside the shed in the sun, welding, so I scared him (unintentionally, but it was a little bit funny) by wandering up beside him to take some photos.
When I loaded a few up to Instagram, I added John Williamsons song in the background. As I did so, I listened to the tune all the way through for the first time in ages.
Such wise words.
He (as the man in the song) is encouraging his wife “woman” to come out and sit down in the sun. He sings about noticing the bees making honey, the sound of magpies, all quintessential sounds of the Australian bush. His wife is a worrier, a person with one foot stuck in tragedy in the past. At the end he reminds her that she “may grow old and bitter cos she missed it, you know some people never get to see such things”.
What a beautiful message for a Sunday.
Be here, relax, enjoy the sunshine, forget about the worry for awhile, and just live.
Header photo from the beginning of my photo challenge. A man sits beneath the wide spread branches of a Fig tree Tickle Park Coolum. Kids are playing. It was last Sunday, and I had just come up from a brisk and refreshing swim in the ocean. Life is beautiful. We just have to notice all of its fragments.
