Nature

Tail feathers

I wanted a cockatoo to see me off before the next chapter. The birds never came. Something of them still travels with me.

Better soil

A plant doesn't argue with the season. It works with the light it gets. What are you growing in yours?

The messenger

A raven called every morning for a week. By day three it felt personal. Today it's gone. The thing it was pointing at isn't.

Answered

Last week I asked for red-tails. Drove home with the silence instead. This week I asked again. A hundred came. You don't get to choose the portion size.

Her calling

A week ago I was her. Same road. Same camera. Same hope of red-tails. She just didn't know I'd been her. That the calling had already happened.

Not over yet

I left the spider for dead. Came back and it was halfway up the wall. The endings we write in our heads aren't always the real ones.

Eagle eyed

Still calling

I drove hours into the bush for a red-tailed black cockatoo that didn't show. Every other bird was still calling.

No service

One night in the bush with no service, no scroll, and nowhere for the attention to land. Boredom is newer than we think.

Camera curse

Wedge-tailed eagle overhead. Currawong in the yard. Jumping spider on the dash. Perfect shots only appear when the camera's at home.

The scale

Standing under the night sky resets what matters. From down here your problems look enormous. From up there they're already dust.

Wrong ravens

I greet every raven pair as Huginn and Muninn. They have no idea what I'm on about. Now they're questioning everything.

Not after you

A bee near your drink isn't hunting you. Most of what we panic about barely registers our existence.

Night shift

The quiet doesn't schedule itself. Pack a bag, sleep under the stars, and let the night do what screens never could.

Disappearing act

Sunrises and sunsets don't reschedule. Everything else can wait five minutes. The sky can't.

Mirrored fear

A spider and I both hesitated at the same moment. The fear on both sides was the same. So was the way through it.

Chasing flight

We frame the shot so carefully we miss the moment. The camera kept everything. My memory almost kept nothing.

Thanks bud

A magpie warbles back after a photo. We spend so much effort trying to be understood. Sometimes the simplest exchanges are the clearest.

Watching over

A grey sky cracks open near golden hour. In the rearview, the light shaped almost like an eye. Some moments don't need answers.

Always protected

We ask for signs when we're lost. Sometimes they arrive when we've forgotten to ask. An eagle circling overhead. A reminder you were always protected.

They heard

You asked a quiet question to the sky. Six magpies answered. Sometimes the world is listening closer than you think.

Golden hour

Golden hour opens a threshold. For a few minutes the world reveals itself. All it asks is that you stay.

Small again

Under the stars, problems lose their weight. Smallness isn't defeat. It's the point.

Unseen paths

Familiar landscapes hold more than we notice. Attention, not novelty, determines what the world reveals.

Making meaning

Meaning isn’t in the sign itself. It’s in how intention sharpens attention and makes everyday beauty easier to notice.

Quiet update

Trees appear brighter and more alive, carrying a quiet sense that something subtle in the world has shifted.

Summer glow

Summer light gives the trees a softer glow. A reminder that beauty returns with ease when we slow down enough to see it.

Simple things

Small moments steady us when we let them. A sunset or a single eucalyptus can be enough to bring you back to earth.

Be kind to Earth

A short reflection on small environmental actions. The earth rebuilds in its own time and still remembers our quiet care.

Quiet sky

A quiet night in nature can reset you in a way indoor rest never quite achieves. Sometimes real quiet is the thing that restores you.

Yellow tails

Yellow-tailed black cockatoos arriving after asking the universe for a sign. A small moment of patience turning into clarity.

Parting clouds

A quiet wish for the clouds to move turns into a brief moment of light. Some things don’t need answers, only stillness to be felt.

Quiet river

A quiet moment in nature shifts into real presence. Birds get louder, thoughts get softer, and the magic becomes obvious.

Signs ahead

Three animals on a long drive turned fear into faith. The signs weren’t warnings. They were reminders I’m on the right road.

Bad news

Ravens once felt like bad omens. Now I see they were guiding me all along. I just didn’t want to hear their bad news.

Little buzz

A bee flew past and buzzed back when I said hello. Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe it was saying hello back.

Unlikely friends

A magpie and a rosella share an apple. Harmony isn’t about sameness. It’s about making space for contrast too.

Clearing skies

It felt like I carried sunshine wherever I went. Maybe light follows where it’s felt most.

Signal in the web

The mirror spider always appears when I head to Coles. Maybe it’s nothing or maybe we move on the same thread.

The Long Way

We rush to save minutes and miss what makes them worth living. Sometimes the longer way is the better one.

Last song

A magpie’s last warble reminds us that rest isn’t earned by achievement. It’s simply part of the rhythm.

Web signals

A dream and a spider in the mirror. A reminder to stay patient, keep weaving, and trust what’s unseen.

Swooping season

A magpie swoops, the rider keeps moving. Not every fight is worth taking, and sometimes the best response is no response at all.

Morning song

Birds sing every morning, not because the world is perfect but because the day has begun. Maybe that’s reason enough for us to start too.

Sky racers

Lorikeets race like F1s through the sky. If you hear them, don’t wait. Look up. Some things are only magic if you’re present to catch them.