The weather certainly has the better
of these weatherboards.
Log of wood
Water damaged log
A church or school?
Whatever it was the elements have wrecked it.
One of my favourite houses…
…looking sad just before it was razed.
Perhaps not a bona fide
Farmers Market however…
…these Arras (France) market images…
…are nearly the only market images…
Any other images…
…are of markets…
…where locals are trying…
…to capture the tourist dollar.
The Arras Market was operating…
…primarily for locals…
..to purchase the necessities of life.
My favourite images are local,
with one exception.
I just could not create this post without including
one of my lion cubs…dubbed Nosy and Rosy
Six weeks old, wild, and with mum relaxing
about 50 metres away, this image is one
of around 300 taken in the twenty minutes
we spent time with these loveable (at this age) creatures.
Geelong’s Griffin Gully Pier at sunrise.
Boat lights Geelong marina
‘Twas only dumb luck that I looked to the right
and spotted this scene.
Still at Griffin Gully Pier.
One of my all time favourite images.
A half hour drive out of Geelong
and I captured this sunset.
I like the silhouettes and the rich blue sky.
a violation or infringement of a law
Our ‘baby’ will be twenty-nine in a few weeks.
MGW still maintains that if he was our first
he would be an only child.
Over the past ten years we have been hearing
of his many infractions against
both school and family values.
Nothing serious just a little shocking even now. 😀
He (still) suffers severely from
Typical Youngest Child Syndrome. 😀
Last Tuesday (May, 11) I was
discharged from hospital after having
knee replacement surgery on May 5.
At his stage crutches are only a support.
However, I’m not quite confident enough to
leave them, or a walking stick, behind.
Modern medicine is amazing.
When I was fourteen my parents had a few
Hereford cattle on there farm including one paddock
of 25 mixed age cows, one of which was a poll.
That is, it had no horns and was bullied by those with horns.
After a chat with a school mate who was a dairy farmer’s son,
I suggested to Dad that we dehorn the cows.
So our first de-horning day came round.
We left the polled cow out in a holding yard
happily chewing on a bale of hay.
First cow to be de-horned and let back to the holding yard
marched straight up to poll cow and
gave her head a sharp flick to the left.
Poll cow jumps away in self preservation.
De-horned cow tried same manoeuvre several more times
with poll cow preserving self.
Then the penny dropped.
Poll cow realised there were no horns to hurt her.
The tables turned because she had a lifetime advantage
of knowing how to fight without horns.
Freshly de-horned cow had no idea
of fighting without her weapons.
We watched in amusement for a few minutes
until we realised that the polled cow was going
to make up for a life time of being bullied.
Polled cow was removed to the paddock
leaving freshly de-horned cows
to recover in the holding yard.
I hope these images fall within…
…the ‘shade or two either way‘ parameters…
…set by our hosts. 😉
Recently I posted images of a new box come seat
I made to replace a planter box I made during
high school woodwork classes in 1965.