Our Holiday!
I just thought I would post some pictures of our small holiday.
The ferry that crossed Wallaroo to Lucky Bay…
The view of our blue seas, I even saw some dolphins swimming alongside of the ferry…
Relaxing on the top deck…
Calm boats afloat at Port Lincoln…
Port Lincoln at night…
The canal at dusk. This canal is just around the corner where all the big fishing boats are kept. They reminded me of the boats in the series ‘The deadliest Catch’ but these boats are designed for catching tuna, not crabs…
Australian fields. This shot was taken just out of Coffin Bay ( it was 43 degrees when I took this one, with a hot Northly wind blowing a gust!)…
Australian Fauna…
Coffin Bay…
As I was looking through the pictures, I realised the great contrast we have in our country. Beautiful beaches right next to barren landscape. It really was a hot day when I took the two photos of the landscape that is not far inland from any ocean along the Eyre Peninsula. It was at least 43 degrees (that’s 109.4 for those of you on the other side of this great wondrous God given globe of ours). Our air-con in our car had stopped working and boy... was I feeling the heat!
I hope you enjoyed the pictures!!!
Does this sound familiar?
It rained for 45 days, and the whole earth was flooded. All the people were destroyed, except for one old man atop Spirit Mountain. Many days passed and a dove brought him instructions from the Creator to drive a ram’s horn into the earth. The old man obeyed and the waters were drained. He sent the dove forth, and when it returned with fresh grass in its beak, he rejoiced for the land had become dry.
When the old man died, the Creator made “a younger brother and an older brother.” In obedience to a dream, the two scraped, cleaned, and laid out canes. Before the next dawn the canes turned into a great population, and older-brother’s rule over them was good. When he died, younger-brother commanded Cousin Coyote to fetch fire for the funeral pyre from faraway Fire-starter. But Coyote was disobedient and looked back, only to see that the fire had started without him. Dashing back to the pyre, he reached into the blaze, snatched older-brother’s heart, and fled with it in his clenched teeth. (To this day, coyotes bear the mark of rebellion in their upturned, disfigured mouths.)
The land became irrevocably “not good” by this act, and younger-brother led the people “across the water” to a new land in the east. Overcrowding soon ensued, and younger-brother chief dispersed the people into three major people groups (Navajo, Mojave, and Hualapai).
This is the Flood story of the Hualapai Indians of northwestern Arizona.
There are many ancient flood stories to be found.
