An occasional series of random photos. These are all from February 2018. Continue reading From my scrapbook.
The question was asked again; where do your stories come from? A fellow I know who is in the book trade told me my mind was like a compost bin. There’s a lot of rubbish in there that needs to be turned over and now and then something interesting comes out. Margie from Backroads et al commented on my uncle’s desire to stay alive until … Continue reading Animal Intelligence.
It’s a bit hard to get out and about these days. We’re in stage 3 lockdown and I misplaced my muse so until I get it back I took some photos of the only flowers in my garden. The rocket ( Eruca sativa )which was nice in salads but is now a bit old and has gone to seed was all I could find. But … Continue reading Covid flowers
The other day when there was a gentle lifting of the Covid lockdown I took the opportunity to go fo a drive. I spied a Kookaburra on a powerline and did a U-turn and then crept quietly and got the shot I wanted to. I was so pleased. But, and here’s the rub, at a similar time my daughter CJ went for a compulsory exercise … Continue reading Kookaburra
My brother in Cairns sent this to cheer me on a cold, bleak, wet and drizzly Ballarat morning. It is probably the Orchard Butterfly. The caterpillars eat the leaves of citrus orchard trees such as lemon, orange & grapefruit. Continue reading Butterfly.
It’s a bit restricting this bloody Coronavirus thing. In Victoria we are being required to wear mask whenever we are outside. (I just deleted a rant about morons and idiots) Anyway I can’t get out and take lots of pretty pictures but I did find an SD card with a lot of photos from 2017. In Geelong, which is about 80 kms south of Ballarat, … Continue reading Bollards
….of atmosphere. Went for a drive to Trentham and the Wombat State Forest. Halfway between Ballarat and Melbourne but north of the straight line. Continue reading Just for a change….
What do you do when you don’t want to have to think about it? Post old photos at random that’s what. Continue reading Cold, wet, gloomy.
Maryborough is a small town just 70 kilometres north of Ballarat with population of about 8,000. It has a big Railway station. Mark Twain visited the town in 1895 and declared that Maryborough was “A railway station with a town attached”. Some people believe that this is a result of a bureaucratic mixup and the station was intended for Maryborough in Queensland which is about … Continue reading Maryborough. Victoria.
I wonder if there were trees on the hillside in earlier days. Down a few miles south the land looks more as I would have liked. This is along a creek where Redgum flourish. Continue reading The shepherd’s hut.