I had driven past this paddock many times before noticing the form of the tree: one day I spotted the way the treelet (for want of a better word) sprouting from its base was wrapping its arms around the “parent” tree, as though in an embrace.
I took a walk around a lake recently and found the skeleton of a cockatoo or corella – when my companions noticed spent shotgun shells littering the area, we put two and two together.
The local Shire Council undertakes corella management in badly hit areas with the intention to move the destructive birds to more appropriate (for humans) locales, which mostly involves scaring them away with gunshot on a few successive nights – it is hoped this is a persuasive enough action.
I love where I live, I really do – despite the glaring absence (generally) of interesting architecture: it’s as though the early visitors took a look around and decided it wouldn’t amount to much, so there wasn’t much need for prettying the place up with handsome civic construction. My hometown is, in fact, quaint, and the community welcoming – but I do long sometimes for a more interesting streetscape.
Trips away are an opportunity to find something different to photograph, and luckily I have that opportunity regularly. One town I pass through has lots of traditional architecture – and even sports a Gothic church with kangaroo gargoyles (horrors!), which I’ve tried to photograph, unsuccessfully, a few times.
Stopping at the fuel station today, I looked up, and found an irresistibly retro view.
WHICH VERSION: MONO OR COLOUR?
Driving slowly around the nearby Wimmera “mountain goat” town of Natimuk, with the famous rock climbing destination of Mount Arapiles to the west, I saw this bike leaning against a tree in a back street, stopped the car mid-road, and jumped out for a quick phone camera snap.