What elephants may be lacking most of all is not language but the Rosetta Stone to prove they have it and clue us in to what on God’s green earth they’re talking about all the time…. They have a vocal range of ten octaves (a piano has seven), and up to three-quarters of the sounds they produce are inaudible to human ears.
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In Australia wonderful wildlife experiences can be had, even before you walk off your doorstep, deck or verandah.
All photos in this post were taken from or on the deck of a very nice holiday house in Nelson, southwesternmost Victoria.
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All pictures taken on a very short walk from Wrenwood Chalets, a few minutes drive from Augusta, and half an hour’s drive from Margaret River.
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One of the most glorious places on earth, Doubtful Sound was even lovelier the next morning…as you will see, eventually, in this post’s sequel.
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More posts coming soon. (just back from a mostly offline fortnight and place)
Meanwhile, this is one of two simultaneous “showdowns at sunset”, witnessed on a short walk from our favourite place to stay in the Augusta-Margaret River area.
I particularly like the way the females show no apparent interest in the males’ bouts.
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For nearly three decades Chris Abrahams and Lloyd Swanton have been two thirds of The Necks.
That singular Australian trio is renowned worldwide, but its members do many other good, highly diverse musical things.
Chris Abrahams’ Climb and Lloyd Swanton’s Ambon are wonderful, in very different ways. Climb is all piano, solo. Ambon involves a shifting cast of thirteen…and a true story both dreadful and inspirational.
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Politics has a way of reducing everyone, including the most brilliant – especially the most brilliant.
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All photos in this post were taken late May/early June 2015 in Alaska’s Glacier Bay National Park.
These Arctic Terns were perched on little bergs calved off the Margerie Glacier
When someone next to you answers the phone and starts talking loudly as if you didn’t exist, you realize that, in her private zone, you don’t. And slowly, the whole concept of a public space — where we meet and engage and learn from our fellow citizens — evaporates.
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