Another amazing Grevillea. When my things arrive I’ll try to begin identifying them. I was struck by this one not only because of its beautiful colour, but also because it is almost as graceful as a climber the delicate underside and gorgeous pink filaments exploding from furry sheathes
Down by the river – lines and patterns. I think the fishing shack probably also qualifies for Ailsa’s “Through” Challenge this week. Hi everyone – I’ve got a permanent internet connection at last, so I hope to catch up with you again, somewhere out there in the blogosphere. 🙂 PS – Apologies in advance about the advertisements – hope you’re not receiving them, but if you are, I’m sorry – I don’t know how to get rid of them. I’m […]
I smelt home today, the clean astringent smell of bush aromatics so typical of my homeland. And I came across a stand of Bottlebrushes behind the tennis court – look, it’s the Big Bad Banksia Man*! As with many of Australia’s native plants, the flowers and seed pods of the Bottlebrush (each stage of which co-exist on the tree together) are fascinating and sometimes grotesque and I found myself waylaid for some time, taking studies of these gorgeously eccentric trees. […]
While we’re with the fisherman and the hopeful pelican, I thought I’d post a couple of other shots. Kev said he’d been catching the fish to lure the greedy bird close enough to try to remove the lure and weight caught in its neck. Compared to the quite delicate brown-winged pelicans of Sri Lanka, for instance, the pelicans here are big birds – a couple of feet tall, huge wingspan. Kev said they eat 6.5kg of fish a day. […]
The Maroochy River winds its short path from the hinterland, emerging, through shifting sandbars, to the sea. These shots of the river’s mouth at Cotton Tree Park are in response to this week’s WP Photo Challenge – The Sea.