Wow! Uber cool! 

That is one thing I'd really like to see in what I've got left of me life, but it probably won't happen.

There.

I've just got us back to the unhappy thread.

Whoops, I  meant

Quote from: Bealman on Today at 08:53:40 AMWhen was that? Awesome pics!

This was Saturday night near Gembrook, (end of the Puffing Billy line) where she lives. Just walked down the road and set up the tripod to take them.

Quote from: Bealman on Today at 09:02:41 AMChris

See from post#3213 down.

Thanks that's what I meant I've never been good at science and have been following this

Still looks beautiful

Chris

See from post#3213 down.

Amazing shots and great sky

Recently Northern Europe witnessed Northern lights

When was that? Awesome pics!

probably should have put them in a different thread, but as I was replying to George's post, they ended up here

Taken with my camera, but by my daughter who lives well out of Melbourne so no ambient light.
It certainly was a good one.

As the snow continued to swirl outside, Sylvia recalled a conversation she had with her godmother over afternoon tea.

Sylvia leaned forward, her dark brown eyes brimming with curiosity. "Lady Isadora, what is love? I mean, truly—what does it entail?"

Her godmother smiled; her gaze distant. "Ah, my dear Sylvie, love is a journey, not a destination. It involves continuous growth, seeking connection, and understanding. It's like a delicate tapestry woven across time. It's not a static state; rather, it's a journey—one that winds through joy, pain, and transformation."

Sylvia nodded. "But how do we find it? How do we recognise love when it appears?"
Lady Isadora traced patterns on the tablecloth. "Love demands courage. It's about embracing the unknown, stepping beyond our comfort zones, and embracing vulnerability. Rumi, the poet, once said, 'Love is the bridge between you and everything'. It transcends boundaries—time, space, even our mortal selves. It can blossom between people of different backgrounds and beliefs."

Sylvia leaned closer. "And forgiveness? They say it's essential for love."

Lady Isadora softly replied. "Indeed. We must practice acceptance and forgiveness. We must accept ourselves and others, flaws and all. Forgiveness paves the way for healing. Love is about mending, Sylvie."

Sylvia gazed out of the teashop window. "And the present moment? How does love connect to that?"

Lady Isadora sipped her Earl Grey Cream tea, enjoying the creamy flavour provided by the vanilla leaves mixed with the Earl Grey. "Love is about appreciating the present moment. The magic lies in the ordinary—the shared meal, the whispered secret, the rustle of leaves. Love is about slowing down and finding beauty in simplicity. It's about serving others, as compassion and contributing to a greater good brings fulfilment. And above all, it's about embracing life's mystery, for joy lies in the journey, even without all the answers."

She paused, then added, "You see, Sylvie, to find your true self, you must shed societal expectations to discover authentic happiness aligned with your core values. That's when you truly understand love."

And so, Sylvia sat there, torn between her duty to and love for the 'Karadow', particularly her dear friend and business associate, Eli, who was unmistakably smitten with Giles, Jeremy's closest friend. On the other hand, she was consumed by an intense longing to be with Jeremy. He was not just her cherished boyfriend of six years, but the man who dominated her thoughts, ignited her senses, and touched the very core of her being. She yearned for him to be more than a boyfriend; she desired him as her life partner, forever by her side.

I'm definitely a little to far south.

The Aurora Australis is seen quite frequently in Tasmania, though. I go to Tasmania quite often, but have never seen it.