Perth In The Spring

They said there's nothing interesting in Perth.  I didn't think so.  And I was right.  I came, I saw and enjoyed most of it.  Other people probably see Perth as something else.  Like the guy at the immigration who greeted me with, 'Welcome to Perth!  Enjoy the Casino!!'  I laughed.  I wasn't there for some luck and chance.  Gambling isn't my cup-of-tea anyway.

I was there to take it easy.  For a change of scenery and a feel of the cool crisp air of spring when flowers bloom and birds sing (and crows cawing in their Aussie accent)... and the call of the kookaburra in the old gum tree (nah... that's another old Aussie folk song I remember from ages ago) and the stirrings of sweet romance among our group of young friends thrown into the setting.  And the ever-present seagulls that seem to be all over the city, not just around the harbor of Fremantle.  All these blend in beautifully with the trip and is etched into my memory of Perth.

We stayed a few days to witness my niece's convocation at UWA.


We then traveled south in rented cars guided by GPS and stayed a couple of days in a farmhouse in Margaret River, an area famous for its winery, chocolates, honey and other farm products.  We had ice-cream at Simmo's.  We went to the Sugar-loaf Rocks and the Canal Rocks and stared at the in-coming surf and listened to the mighty roar of the waves from the Indian Ocean.  We were fascinated by myriads of colorful flowers growing on hill slopes and among the rocks.

We also 'crawled' our way into one of the many caves in the Leeuwin Naturaliste Ridge region.

Different people see different things.  And different people see things differently.  We see mostly what we want to see.


I was up and about one cold morning roaming along the perimeter of the farm overlooking a huge meadow.  An older traveling companion remarked that there's nothing here.  He saw that there's nothing of value growing on the farm.  No fruit trees, cattle, sheep nor crops.  Couldn't fault him for that.  He's a business-man.

He wasn't looking at the things I saw through my camera's lenses.  A lovely scene of fresh, green serenity on a beautiful spring morning.