Scenes from the
I am constantly reminded of this market because
I purchased a pendant for MGW to wear to work.
It must have received the tick of approval
as it is still a regular.
Nectarines and strawberries…two of my favourites.
I was going to opt for safe
contrasting colour (or non colour) scheme.
However, then I thought I’d live on the edge
and risk some real colour schemes.
Perhaps these are
And I hope these last two…
…fit the monochromatic colour scheme.
They started out as good friends…
…they didn’t even mind Soxie joining with them.
The really had no choice..cats being cats.
Naturally, there are occasions where there
are robust discussions regarding who’s boss…
…but they soon kiss and make up and peace
reigns supreme in the backyard.
That is…until the next time!
Not sure why I have managed to accumulate
some half decent spider images
which fit this theme.
Spiders are marginally ahead of snakes
in my opinion.
From this shot came…
When I see the hairy spider legs it almost makes
the hair on the back of my neck rise.
I have seen this sight twice in 15 years.
Once when I opened our front door and
saw this rather large spider crawling
up the framework.
It took fright and one became about 31
many of which landed near my bare feet.
The above image was the second time
and out in the garden.
Something more pleasant to finish up with.
Our Orchid has an oddity growing out of a petal.
Unfortunately not much of a photo,
except if it was beamed back
from Mars, or the Moon.
A bee and Agapanthus.
Kalahari Scrub Robin
Winter shadows on the Melbourne Cricket Ground (MCG).
The MCG was the site of the 1956 Olympics,
the 2006 Games
and countless Cricket and (AFL) Football Matches.
Summer Shadows in…
A nice hot cup of tea…sometimes coffee...
A couple of slices of nicely toasted bread…
…topped with a nice spread.
These are all the essential ingredients
required to commence a new day.
I was going to post some travel photos
as they are memories of some
good times and experiences
in the past decade or so.
Then I remembered this family photo
posted a few days ago.
If you missed it from left to right:
My Grandfather Bill, Rita, Jim, Frank and Edie.
All brothers and sisters.
There is a photo of 18 month old Woolly
with his grandfather. Sadly Bill passed away
a week after the photo was taken.
Edie lived in Perth (W.A.) and I never met her either.
Auntie Rita lived nearby and I had
the deepest voice of anyone I have ever met.
She was also a smoker and used to pierce
her cigarettes with a pin and
hold the pin while smoking.
Presumably to keep her fingers nicotine free.
I think Uncle Jimmy must have spent some
time with us as I do vaguely remember him
However, it was his dog,
a Border Collie, called Boy,
which I associate with Jimmy.
Uncle Frank and his wife were the people
introduced me to boy’s beer
in my pre-teen years.
Boy’s Beer was any form of soft drink which
happened to be in their fridge when we visited.
Strangely after being fed Boy’s Beer when young,
I have never touched the real thing.
The only time I think an alcoholic beverage
is a must is in a wine trifle.
All through my adult/working life
Coca Cola has been my poison.
And sadly I have copped a bit of flak
because I do not imbibe alcohol.
Interestingly all age groups have at
one time or another tried extremely hard
to get me drinking.