...living the reality of a "retired" person, which means I work harder than ever at being a writer, lurching from one deadline to another.
About Me
- Glenda Larke
- Australia
- My life was described by one of my editors as “impossibly exotic” – although really it was not my life, but me, that was the exotic, the uprooted plant, the one who didn’t belong, always living in someone else’s backyard...
Now I am back in Australia, the returning native learning to live where I was born. Writer, traveler, environmentalist. Author of The Isles of Glory trilogy (The Aware, Gilfeather, The Tainted); The Mirage Makers trilogy (Heart of the Mirage, Shadow of Tyr, Song of the Shiver Barrens); The Stormlord trilogy The Last Stormlord, Stormlord Rising, Stormlord's Exile, and writing as Glenda Noramly, a stand-alone book Havenstar.
LATEST: THE FORSAKEN LANDS A clash of cultures and magic as traders and buccaneers hunt for spices and wealth in the Va-forsaken half of the world ... even as the unidentified darkness of plague and murder stalks their own land. THE LASCAR'S DAGGER , THE DAGGER'S PATH and final book, THE FALL OF THE DAGGER available worldwide now! A new standalone work is now with my publisher...

Friday, August 31, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunrise at Kennedy Range.
More of the red country. You are probably getting sick of these pix!
The rocks glow in the dawnlight...
And below is a photo of the rocks u nderfoot at the viewpoint.
Obviously some old Roman paving, right?Or the remains of a Greek temple?
Actually, all natural, made by heat and cold and water.
Sunday, August 26, 2012
The Escarpment scramble, Kennedy Ranges
Near the beginning of the climb |
Further up the gully. The blue circles marked the "path" |
Still further up... |
Our caravan park from the top |
The adjacent Draper's Gorge from the top |
Another view from the top |
And the top was flat.... |
The road into Draper's gorge from the top |
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Temple Gorge Camping Ground
Over 1,200 kms from Perth.
The first thing you have to do here is trust me. I didn't do a thing to these photos. No auto contrast, no saturation of colours, no nothing. This is in the Kennedy Ranges, within the Temple Gorge Campground, Gascoyne. Run by park volunteers. One waterless uni-sex toilet, no showers, no water. No internet. No mobile coverage. No alternative accommodation within less than 200 kms or so. No shops.
Just quiet perfection. And colour.
The first thing you have to do here is trust me. I didn't do a thing to these photos. No auto contrast, no saturation of colours, no nothing. This is in the Kennedy Ranges, within the Temple Gorge Campground, Gascoyne. Run by park volunteers. One waterless uni-sex toilet, no showers, no water. No internet. No mobile coverage. No alternative accommodation within less than 200 kms or so. No shops.
Just quiet perfection. And colour.
View from our caravan, dusk. |
And another view, telescope pointing at a pair of Wedge-tailed Eagles perched on the range. |
Campground at 7 p.m. |
Our van at 7 a.m. |
Late afternoon light |
Evening light |
Near the campground mid-afternoon |
Campground at mid-afternoon |
Campground at 7 a.m. |
Friday, August 24, 2012
After Carnarvon...
We left Carnarvon and headed towards the interior, with a brief stop at Rocky Pool (where there is permanent water) and Gascoyne Junction, where we stock up on diesel.
This is what the mighty Gascoyne River looks like for the best part of the year |
At Rocky Pool, the corellas make the most of the water |
My sister and I enjoy the view... |
Being Australia, there are always colourful flowers in unlikely places |
...and Corellas in every tree... |
And the river often has no water at all |
...or so much it washed away the town of Gascoyne Junction. It is being rebuilt. A little higher. |
And the Junction marks the end of the bitumen, the last of the towns... |
Thursday, August 23, 2012
A town called Carnarvon
A town famous for its mile-long jetty, where husband fished every night |
...with considerable success... |
...in a land where ants build nests with coin-slot entrance |
Lots of birdwatching opportunities - here, Black-winged Stilts |
Where trees lean to tell you which way the wind blows... |
Where there are some lovely old buildings... |
But where the town centre was mostly draped in building-site adornments |
....like this. Why would they do this in tourist school holiday season? |
Delightful only homes built for the sub-tropical heat and rains... |
...a town where the Gascoyne River meets the sea |
...and the falcons are everywhere, even in the centre of town |
...a town famous for its bananas |
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Do we have universities in Malaysia?
Here's a city that shows it knows the difference between twisted terrorist murderers and Islam. New York, you rock.
And here's an American academic calling on his students to discover what a university should be.
Among many other things he says:
Another purpose of a university, and my course in particular, is to
engage in open discussion in order to critically examine beliefs,
behaviors, and customs. Finally, another purpose of a university
education is to help students who typically are not accustomed to
thinking independently or applying a critical analysis to views or
beliefs, to start learning how to do so.
....
Critical thinkers are open to having their cherished beliefs challenged,
and must learn how to “defend” their views based on evidence or logic,
rather than simply “pounding their chest” and merely proclaiming that
their views are “valid.”
....
Universities hold a special place in society where scholarly-minded
folks can come together and discuss controversial, polemic, and often
uncomfortable topics. Universities ...have special policies
in place to protect our (both professors’ and students’) freedom to
express ourselves. Neither students nor professors have a right to
censor speech that makes us uncomfortable. We're adults. We're at a
university. There is no topic that is “off-limits” for us to address in
class...
Selamat Hari Raya Aidifiltri
Maaf Zahir & Batin
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Quobba Station & Fat-tailed Sheep...
A dry landscape |
But even dry landscapes have beauty within |
Red Bluff beach caravan park |
The caravan park office/shop...and what is that on the bluff behind? A communication tower... |
...with an osprey nest and an osprey bird landing on it? |
Three tiers, note. I suspect the other nests belong to crows |
Beautiful beaches |
Complete with fossils |
Lots of fossils |
...and still more fossils |
And another beautiful beach -- deserted... |
Ok, so not quite deserted. The Crested Terns were out in full force |
Back on the road again...and what are those odd creatures? |
Fat-tailed sheep |
Really, really fat-tailed sheep |
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