A pair of horns
Pair of feet
Two pairs of legs
Eight kilometres, or miles, to come or go,
or the eighth post
When the minute hand reaches number 8
the time is 40 minutes past the hour
or only 20 minutes until the next hour has passed.
It may have only been campfire fare but we
ate well on our Botswana Safari.
A wet Sunday afternoon in
a Murano Restaurant…
…where one-and-all ate well,
drank well, and became
merrier as the afternoon drew to a close
I would be…
…to find any beauty…
….in these arachnids
although many would disagree.
Not a lot of water however, Victoria Falls
still made magnificent viewing.
The arrow is highlighting a local spear fishing.
Geelong at sunrise.
From our front door.
Some of my entries larger than others,
but all bigger than bread box.~~~~~
Orca and Calf
Just in case seeing the calf was difficult in BW.
I always thought this was a beer bottle.
However the words
have me wondering.
Whatever the contents it would
take some drinking.
All the way across the Indian Ocean
to see a Giant Aardvark
A couple of hours northwest of Geelong
is the Giant Koala.
Point Nepean flag pole at the 2014
Commemoration of Firing the First Shot
of World War I,
August 5, 1914,
at 1245 hours.
Geelong Football Stadium
home of the
Sadly the art work is no longer.
Technically I believe my Kalahari Scrub Robin
is in the wrong half of the frame.
It should have room to run into.
However to include its shadow
the rule had to be ignored.
Living street art in Melbourne.
not filled or occupied.
Makgadikgadi Salt Pans…
…are located on the North Eastern edge of
Botswana’s Kalahari Desert.
We drove for several hours over what appeared
to be empty acres of salt.
The only time we knew there was life was when
we sighted some wildlife.
Lekhubu Island, our destination,
was a pleasant site on the horizon…
…which only temporarily blocked our view of the emptiness…
…all round us.
The emptiness did make for a beautiful sunset…
…followed by an equally beautiful sunrise
in the morning.
Packed and ready to go,
we were soon out of salt pans…
…however, apart from the occasional tree
the landscape was still very empty.
It was difficult to tell which definition
Hippos were adhering to…