Posted in photos, the farm, tagged Australia, burrinjuck dam, drought, flood, Murrumbidgee River, NSW, photos on March 2, 2013| Leave a Comment »
We’re back on the farm. Last week when Doc rang the farm manager about coming down, he said they were feeding sheep – they were in drought.
I was gobsmacked (I love that word). I didn’t think there was any part of NSW that wasn’t now flooded, and in Wollongong I almost can’t remember the last hot, dry day. We might have had the hottest January on record, but I’ll bet we also had the wettest February.
So here are the photos, you judge for yourself whether you think there might be a drought.
Posted in photos, rural nsw, Two sheilas in a ute, tagged Australia, Australian bush, bushfire, fire, flood, national park, NSW, Warrumbungles on February 9, 2013| 1 Comment »
As promised – photos of the Warrambungles. Burnt out, flooded but returning to life.
Posted in photos, tagged drought, flood, Murrumbidgee River, photography, Yass on January 30, 2013| Leave a Comment »
I promised I’d put up some before and after photos of the Murrumbidgee River. This is what it looked like a couple of months before Christmas. This is one of the photos I have for sale on canvas, and one that I get a lot of comments on. It’s a farmgate beside the Murrumbidgee near Yass.
Farm gate
Posted in rural nsw, travel, tagged burrinjuck dam, dam, drought, flood, mighty murrumbidgee on December 31, 2012| Leave a Comment »
As promised, I went for a trip to the Murrumbidgee to check out how far the water had gone down, and to take some photos.
I remember learning the NSW river system when I was in primary school (yes, we used to think it was important). The Murrumbidgee was always referred to as The Mighty Murrumbidgee, as if that was its full name. And it is – the word Murrumbidgee apparently means “Big water” in a local Aboriginal dialect.
Posted in rural nsw, the farm, tagged Australia, drought, flood, galahs, Murrumbidgee, NSW, pelicans, rain, river, white cockatoos on July 22, 2012| 1 Comment »
I love this country, in all its moods.
When a drought breaks in Australia, it really breaks. Our farm is on the Murrumbidgee, one of Australia’s mighty rivers. It’s even called the Mighty Murrumbidgee. For a number of years it has been just a thin trickle, a shadow of its “Mighty” self. When we drive over the bridge on the way to the farm it looks like you could walk across it in parts.
Or that is – looked. Past tense. Because now the drought has broken and the Mighty Murrumbidgee is flowing again.
Our tent after a windy night on Lake Cargelligo
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