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Action shot of my little one doing a belly flop jetty jump! (at San Remo Jetty)

Action shot of my little one doing a belly flop jetty jump! (at San Remo Jetty)

Sophie the Clydesdale loves a little snack! #phillipisland  (at Churchill Island)

Sophie the Clydesdale loves a little snack! #phillipisland (at Churchill Island)

Legend of the Moonah Tree

A long time ago on Churchill Island, a place of special dreaming, lived the Bunurong People. Among the Bunurong lived a boy and girl who had fallen in love. They spent every minute tightly embraced in each others arms.They were so smitten with each other that they neglected their chores and duties. The mother’s of the tribe told the girl to pull her weight and help out. They warned her several times. The boy was likewise warned by the male elders who said he was getting lazy and neglecting his people. Eventually the women folk had enough of the girl always disappearing. She was banished from the tribe. At the same time, the boy was sent away by the elders. They were both very distressed and ran to the highest hill on the island. Upon seeing each other they fell into each’s arms. At once they were frozen in their embrace and branches sprouted from their hair and tiny leaves formed on the tips. From that time on, they were called Moonar’mia, or the Moonah tree. They can still be seen today in their embrace as can all their Moonah babies on Churchill Island.

Note - I could not find a written record of this Bunurong story. This is my own personal interpretation of this story. I’d welcome any other versions. regards, dale  #phillipisland  (at Churchill Island Farm)

Legend of the Moonah Tree

A long time ago on Churchill Island, a place of special dreaming, lived the Bunurong People. Among the Bunurong lived a boy and girl who had fallen in love. They spent every minute tightly embraced in each others arms.They were so smitten with each other that they neglected their chores and duties. The mother’s of the tribe told the girl to pull her weight and help out. They warned her several times. The boy was likewise warned by the male elders who said he was getting lazy and neglecting his people. Eventually the women folk had enough of the girl always disappearing. She was banished from the tribe. At the same time, the boy was sent away by the elders. They were both very distressed and ran to the highest hill on the island. Upon seeing each other they fell into each’s arms. At once they were frozen in their embrace and branches sprouted from their hair and tiny leaves formed on the tips. From that time on, they were called Moonar’mia, or the Moonah tree. They can still be seen today in their embrace as can all their Moonah babies on Churchill Island.

Note - I could not find a written record of this Bunurong story. This is my own personal interpretation of this story. I’d welcome any other versions. regards, dale #phillipisland (at Churchill Island Farm)

Little bike ride from #phillipisland across the bridge to San Remo. (at San Remo Jetty)

Little bike ride from #phillipisland across the bridge to San Remo. (at San Remo Jetty)

Ending the week with a stunner sunset #phillipisland  (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

Ending the week with a stunner sunset #phillipisland (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

Last weekend’s Tough Mudder. Who’s up for a 20k romp through 22 obstacles in mud - sept 13?

Last weekend’s Tough Mudder. Who’s up for a 20k romp through 22 obstacles in mud - sept 13?

The Gippsland bush fires has pumped heaps of smoke into the atmosphere creating spectacular sunrises/sets. This is a sunrise in San Remo

The Gippsland bush fires has pumped heaps of smoke into the atmosphere creating spectacular sunrises/sets. This is a sunrise in San Remo

‘I’m outta here’ pelican leaving the island as hoards of holiday makers arrive. #phillipisland  (at San Remo- Philip Island Bridge)

‘I’m outta here’ pelican leaving the island as hoards of holiday makers arrive. #phillipisland (at San Remo- Philip Island Bridge)

Long grass in front of the beach #phillipisland  (at Shelly Beach)

Long grass in front of the beach #phillipisland (at Shelly Beach)

“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?” 
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

Action shot of my little one doing a belly flop jetty jump! (at San Remo Jetty)

Action shot of my little one doing a belly flop jetty jump! (at San Remo Jetty)

Sophie the Clydesdale loves a little snack! #phillipisland  (at Churchill Island)

Sophie the Clydesdale loves a little snack! #phillipisland (at Churchill Island)

Legend of the Moonah Tree

A long time ago on Churchill Island, a place of special dreaming, lived the Bunurong People. Among the Bunurong lived a boy and girl who had fallen in love. They spent every minute tightly embraced in each others arms.They were so smitten with each other that they neglected their chores and duties. The mother’s of the tribe told the girl to pull her weight and help out. They warned her several times. The boy was likewise warned by the male elders who said he was getting lazy and neglecting his people. Eventually the women folk had enough of the girl always disappearing. She was banished from the tribe. At the same time, the boy was sent away by the elders. They were both very distressed and ran to the highest hill on the island. Upon seeing each other they fell into each’s arms. At once they were frozen in their embrace and branches sprouted from their hair and tiny leaves formed on the tips. From that time on, they were called Moonar’mia, or the Moonah tree. They can still be seen today in their embrace as can all their Moonah babies on Churchill Island.

Note - I could not find a written record of this Bunurong story. This is my own personal interpretation of this story. I’d welcome any other versions. regards, dale  #phillipisland  (at Churchill Island Farm)

Legend of the Moonah Tree

A long time ago on Churchill Island, a place of special dreaming, lived the Bunurong People. Among the Bunurong lived a boy and girl who had fallen in love. They spent every minute tightly embraced in each others arms.They were so smitten with each other that they neglected their chores and duties. The mother’s of the tribe told the girl to pull her weight and help out. They warned her several times. The boy was likewise warned by the male elders who said he was getting lazy and neglecting his people. Eventually the women folk had enough of the girl always disappearing. She was banished from the tribe. At the same time, the boy was sent away by the elders. They were both very distressed and ran to the highest hill on the island. Upon seeing each other they fell into each’s arms. At once they were frozen in their embrace and branches sprouted from their hair and tiny leaves formed on the tips. From that time on, they were called Moonar’mia, or the Moonah tree. They can still be seen today in their embrace as can all their Moonah babies on Churchill Island.

Note - I could not find a written record of this Bunurong story. This is my own personal interpretation of this story. I’d welcome any other versions. regards, dale #phillipisland (at Churchill Island Farm)

Little bike ride from #phillipisland across the bridge to San Remo. (at San Remo Jetty)

Little bike ride from #phillipisland across the bridge to San Remo. (at San Remo Jetty)

Ending the week with a stunner sunset #phillipisland  (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

Ending the week with a stunner sunset #phillipisland (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

Last weekend’s Tough Mudder. Who’s up for a 20k romp through 22 obstacles in mud - sept 13?

Last weekend’s Tough Mudder. Who’s up for a 20k romp through 22 obstacles in mud - sept 13?

The Gippsland bush fires has pumped heaps of smoke into the atmosphere creating spectacular sunrises/sets. This is a sunrise in San Remo

The Gippsland bush fires has pumped heaps of smoke into the atmosphere creating spectacular sunrises/sets. This is a sunrise in San Remo

‘I’m outta here’ pelican leaving the island as hoards of holiday makers arrive. #phillipisland  (at San Remo- Philip Island Bridge)

‘I’m outta here’ pelican leaving the island as hoards of holiday makers arrive. #phillipisland (at San Remo- Philip Island Bridge)

Long grass in front of the beach #phillipisland  (at Shelly Beach)

Long grass in front of the beach #phillipisland (at Shelly Beach)

“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?” 
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

“Dusk is just an illusion because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are there cannot be one without the other yet they cannot exist at the same time. How would it feel I remember wondering to be always together yet forever apart?”
― Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (at Cape Woolamai Beach)

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A cheap camera and a little time. Native Texan living on an island in Australia, taking some pictures, banging on my six string and watching the surf roll by.

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