Training for a Half Ironman-Give Up or Get Real

‘I want to overcome the urge to fall back into my yesterday, and repaint the same old picture on the same old canvas. I want to fill the empty spaces in my future with fresh colours and new appreciations for what I am capable of as a 44 year old woman, who is no longer able to lean on the crutch of youth to get through life.’ … More Training for a Half Ironman-Give Up or Get Real

Me and My Dog

ME AND MY DOG. For as long as I can remember, you’ve been my best friend. You’re the only one that I always like. When I’m angry or sad, you appear from nowhere, plonking yourself next to me with a sigh. You talk to me, telling me where your secret hiding places are, and where … More Me and My Dog

Unseen and Unheard

Why have I not been writing? Good question. I have been wondering that myself for some time, and I’ve come up with nothing solid. No simple lightbulb moment that’s hit me in the head and said “oh that’s why”. Writing is like breathing to me. Essentially, mandatory stuff to keep me alive and well. However, for some reason, … More Unseen and Unheard

Ambience

This photo was taken in a small park in the centre of Cairns, Australia. Recently redeveloped, it now houses a spectacular outdoor amphitheatre, home to many concerts and theatrical productions. Whenever I lay eyes on this space, I am instantly drawn to the lighting. This wonderland of spooky trees and fairy lights has me searching … More Ambience

Winning the battle

WINNING THE BATTLE ~Nicole Martin I am sitting here in silence and darkness and strangely I am still alert. It’s very rare that this happens at this time of night without me instantly fighting sleep-life is never predictable. It’s like the hammer has ceased banging my head into the ground, and I am able to … More Winning the battle

The Challenge of Storytelling

The sounds, everywhere and nowhere, were what really relaxed me. A combination of deathly silence, and then the beautiful musicality in the trees above. Birds sang and flipped and flapped around doing their thing, completely oblivious to the fact Donald Trump is all over the news-what a pleasure-I soaked up all that surrounded me, like it was medicine…yet a photograph does not tell this story, now does it? … More The Challenge of Storytelling

The so-called imperfections you see in your face are some of your most alluring features-because they are you.

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.

To My Boy

‘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

Opposites

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

I am John

Have you ever walked past the same person a thousand times and never noticed them, until one day, you do…? Source: I am John

Triathlon

  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…

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…

Facebook or not?

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?

Opposites

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

The Aussi Wallaby

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.

Bedtime Stories

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

My Words are Lost

        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

When The Tide Is Out

    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

Your arms

 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