Faces ‘I love its vulnerability, it’s impossibly human position. I love how it reaches out, willingly or not, sucks the breath out of your lungs and pulls you in…’ They carry on their surface, the angles, shapes and colours that collectively unify to create an outward appearance; yet the story The unique, impossibly raw and… More The so-called imperfections you see in your face are some of your most alluring features-because they are you.
‘It hit me in spectacular fashion, that sometimes, I don’t have all the answers, and sometimes, I can’t fix it.’ Source: To My Boy
As the mountain darkens with the dimming light of day the skeletons of the past emerge from behind the trees that cover it’s surface as black as night it hides yet it’s eyes are wide op… Source: Opposites
Have you ever walked past the same person a thousand times and never noticed them, until one day, you do…? Source: I am John
Wordpress Photo Challenge-Morning… More Morning
There is nothing in this world that hasn’t been done, or thought of, or attempted…until it is presented through your eyes… Nobody else, can ever do that. … More Through your eyes…
One Family… More Paws
The Triathlon I did on the weekend… Every step of the run felt like sandpaper slowly scraping the skin off my toes. I thought seriously about stopping, taking my shoes off and wiping away the grains that were responsible, but wasn’t keen on losing time, and then there was the risk of losing all… More Triathlon
What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’ and what’s not… 🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁🍁 I was thinking to myself the other day-Now this could’ve been a couple of days ago, or it quite possibly could’ve been a couple of years ago…’the other day’…usually refers to a day in the ‘recent past’, but to me, it’s just 〰some other day… More What I learned about what’s ‘Normal’, and what’s not…
She writes, yet her writing does not appeal to her year 12 English teacher. “English is not your subject” …and so, she follows the path of Science “because you’re better at that” and yet, 20 years later, when she no longer listens, she writes anyway. Because that is what is inside of her because she… More Don’t tell me I can’t
The power has gone out a pen and paper is all I have. My phone is dead, so that’s out. I am hungry, yet the toaster doesn’t work-no power I feel like a coffee, yet the kettle has no charge. So I kick start the gas-to boil some water …for coffee But the ignitor is… More A pen and paper is all I have…
FACEBOOK OR NOT? It’s a question that’s crossed my mind on several occasions over the years, and even more so recently. Many of my friends have let go of the Facebook fad, in favour of either a social media free lifestyle, or the more refined versions such as Instagram, which tend to contain less ‘shared’… More Facebook or not?
As the mountain darkens with the dimming light of day the skeletons of the past emerge from behind the trees that cover it’s surface as black as night it hides yet it’s eyes are wide open. The fluffy crimson sky that floats freely above it’s apex however, provides comfort inside fiercely beating hearts by lifting… More Opposites
WHY I DON’T WRITE ANYMORE-The rise and fall of the flame -Nicole Martin It’s been a very long time since I’ve put pen to paper-or to be truthful, keys to iPad screen. I used to love to tell a story. I still do, I guess…yet I’ve discovered over the years, that if the words are… More Why I Don’t Write Anymore
Paradise Palms Golf Course, Cairns This little guy has no idea why I am photographing him. “What are you doing lady?” Don’t worry little guy, I’m simply admiring you.
Living creatively is to burn the demons that plague us… More Creativity-The Pathway to Peace
It’s about being proud of ourselves for not allowing the best of us to be over.… More You Can
“She felt she was nothing more than a consumer, nothing more than the sum of her daily obligations and duties”-Elizabeth Gilbert… More The Best Of You
If I could whisper in it’s ear, I’d let the sky know how beautiful it was.
…but as much as I long for it’s extended presence, I know it has to go. … More Under a Cairns Sky
BEDTIME STORIES Honestly, I know I’m tired when I jump into bed at night, teeth brushed, earrings out, pyjamas on, mouth guard in, perfume applied…pardon? Perfume applied? Did I imagine I was on my way to work? Did I imagine I was going out on the town? Did I think anything at all? -I think… More Bedtime Stories
If you haven’t found your passion yet, don’t give up hope. Our interests and perception of contentment and self satisfaction change throughout life..it is never too late.… More Beyond 40-Honestly, the best is yet to come.
Inspired by the WordPress Daily Prompt Survival- My words are caught in a net, this month. The net of life-and it’s stifling my ability to create. I love to write, the urge to splash stories and thoughts onto the blank screen remains annoyingly-this is how I would describe it-in tact. Why… More My Words are Lost
Inspired by the Weekly Photo Challenge- Earth We view the sea everyday, and don’t think twice-but when the tide is out, there uncovers a vast ecosystem, invisible, when hidden by water. Photo by Nicole Martin
I’m a little bent… But then aren’t we all?
The magic of a photograph…look harder and you will see…… More The Magic Of Imagery
Entwined amongst the piles that support the sea-side jetty, a lonely plant survives, despite the odds against it. … More You will survive, it’s your destiny
The Beauty of Nature-Right outside my kitchen window… More Cradling Nature In My Hands
What could be any more revolting than greeting a King Size Cockroach in the Kitchen….you just can’t kill those things….did he survive?… More Attempted murder, a toaster and six ugly legs
We must remember as health professionals, to respect the rights of a patient to die with dignity. … More When our rights are forgotten, and our choices are stolen away
Have you ever walked past the same person a thousand times and never noticed them, until one day, you do…?… More I am John
Beautiful Simplicity ‘The overwhelming ‘large’ when shrunk down to the simple ‘small’ is sometimes all it takes to transform the grey, back to the blue. ~Nicole Martin
Escaping ‘The Funk’ ‘Time in the wild reminds me how much of what I ordinarily do is mere dithering, how much of what I own is mere encumbrance. The opposite of simplicity, as I understand it, is not complexity but clutter.’ -Scott Sander (Mel Leader) 🌿 The last few days, I’ve been in a funk.… More Escaping ‘The Funk’
Thank you I would love to say Thank You to the lovely Timelesswheel for nominating my blog for the Liebster Award. What does this award represent? It acts to support new blogs in their endeavours to network on WordPress. It can be quite tricky to build a readership when one first begins,… More Eight things you didn’t know about me
When I was little, I would stare out the window for hours, alone with my thoughts, free to watch the butterflies as they floated through the country air with elegance. They would land on the green vine that weaved it’s way around our back verandah, and talk to the caterpillars about their… More What Lies Behind The Window
The Prison We Build For Oursleves As Adults There is something I love about this photo I took yesterday. It highlights the freedom of youth. The complete and utter disregard for anything tidy and orderly. I mean, who would think of destroying a perfectly fabulous sleep over-three little boys with all… More The prison we build for ourselves as adults
It is in those rare moments when ‘Time Stands Still’ that the quality of the lens through which we view life is enhanced, and the images we see appear more brilliant than ever imagined. It is not that we do not see, but simply, we rarely stand still long enough to truly appreciate the miracles… More When Time Stands Still
There will always be colour Sometimes it eludes us…but there will always be colour. Nicole Martin If someone had’ve mentioned the National Kite Flying Championships were on this weekend, I previously, would’ve dismissed it with a simple nod. Here we are in Adelaide, on the Eve of the Australian Age swimming Championships, and I’m mesmerised… More There will always be colour
When Stillness finds us Occasionally there are moments in life when the dust that clouds our appreciation for our blessings finally settles and stillness and contentment are all that remain. ~Nicole Martin Photography by Nicole Martin
Author Nicole Martin ‘Us Humans Have It So Violently Wrong’ ‘What skin product am I using I hear you ask? I know, I know, you would all like to be as handsome as me. I’m sorry, some of us just have good genes, it’s just life. People often comment- “He must be what, 2-3?” I’m… More If only we could think like a dog
by Nicole Martin It has always fascinated me that for some bizarre reason, supermarket trips have had a bad habit of attracting drama. Recently, when I innocently ducked into Woolies for a quick shop, I was lucky to escape alive. I would dearly love to mind my own business and purchase my bunch of… More Supermarket Horror
by Nicole Martin As I sit here at my little computer, I struggle to keep my hands up high enough to connect with the keys. The level of fatigue I am experiencing at present is overwhelming. Am I the only one who feels as heavy as an elephant? Am I the only one if given… More I have a story to tell
‘I do my thing and you do your thing I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in this world to live up to mine You are you and I am I and if by chance we find each other it’s beautiful’ ~Fritz Pearls Image by Tyler… More Don’t read these words-Feel them
‘It’s what you do in the dark…that puts you in the light’
Watch this awe inspiring video to get a glimpse of Michael Phelps today…… More The Awe Inspiring Michael Phelps
If I were on a one way ticket to Mars, what would I miss the most about our blue planet? I believe the answer for me, would be- Everything. ‘Everything’ is self explanatory, so for the purposes of refining this list, I will select one very important environmental location that I would struggle to live… More Spectacular Sunday
Your arms 🍁 You are here with me, and yet you are not you are somewhere else- and I am here and I am lost You know, If I could, I would run to you and fall fall rapidly out of myself-and into you for a moment and you would throw your arms around… More Your arms