The word prompt from Nancy this week is Public Transportation
Here is my selection of Transportation
The fast trains in Europe are fast trains
The boats came through the locks on the canal near to our Paris apartment
The Helicopter is used for patient transportation to the hospital. Here it is taking off to another job.
And off they go for holiday
I love sunsets and sunrises, the colours and sense of time they invoke.
Lots of great photos at Cee’s. Drop in and have a look at Sunset and Sunrises
The variety of colours in the setting sun
The clouds have many shapes and colours
Yellows are golden sunsets
Feel the heat of the setting sun
Once darkness descends, some people come out to play
Special flowers find the moonlight is their time to shine
Our Moon lights the way
The eastern sky comes alive as the sun pushes it’s way into the morning sky. A golden glow
Or a fiery orange to herald a new day, a new life
Paula has given us some great words to challenge our thinking. This time I have failed to find a photo in my folders or even find a subject to grab a shot. Where I live there aren’t many sheep as it is too wet. I have seen sheep about but do you think I could find any over the past few days. Looks like Ovine will have to wait.
Slivered
Converted
Traversed
Muted
Find some fabulous photos at Lost in Translations Thursday Special for March
January has been a month of hot weather a bit of rain but most of all the butterflies are around. The hot days have made the birds a bit scarce. Now the Summer flowers are out they’ll return. The rain over the past 5 days has seen a lot more smaller birds in the garden.
Ok lets get going. Another huge lot of photos so maybe your favourite drink you enjoy while looking at blogs may be in order again.
Perhaps some flowers and plants to get going. Isn’t the bark on this Australian Native Fig Tree wonderful
The Red Tower Ginger flowers are looking after the garden
More red flowers are emerging
The Blue Ginger buds are ready to burst
I did find a bit of wood fungi in the forest
I have never seem Macaranga flowers before. I am still not sure if they are flowers or buds
The flower buds are high in the canopy. When they open they are tubular white flowers which drop to the garden floor.
A mixture of weeds. A Camphor Laurel leaf on a Cobblers Peg plant
The Cunji are growing so well on the banks of the spring
The spring is a lovely place to be on a hot day.
I discovered this Australian Native plant when I was mowing the front of my place. It is almost two meters tall, covered in white flowers which ants love.
Some bits and pieces
Holding the cattle yards together
The trawler setting off in the afternoon to fish through the night
The rusty seat on the old tractor
Reptiles I have found
The Geckos live in my house. This is the Gecko who lives in the hallway.
You never know who is sleeping on the verandah rafters.
Such pretty markings
Time for some birds
I didn’t know this bird as it flew about me. I have taken photos of Jacky Winter birds before. This is a young bird
The Lewins Honeyeaters are always on the look out for the grubs in the Poinciana tree
Late afternoon and the Pelicans are ready to sleep
The Gulls are ready to annoy them.
The lovely Eastern Yellow Robin happy to be in the garden.
Found these native snails in the garden having a snooze.
The Cricket was happy to be taken outside
What would Summer be like without Dragonflies
I love their wing patterns
A grub in the Paperbark tree making track and holes all over the tree
There was a migration of moths. We called this one a Fox Moth
The outside wings of the Meadow Argus are quite muted
Inside is a different story
The Wanderers are slowly coming back
Common Crows are everywhere at the moment
A Common Ringlet about to take off
There are so many butterflies with the word Common in front of their name. The Common Eggfly is a name that doesn’t do this butterfly justice.
Remember The Quest to photograph a Blue Triangle Butterfly. Well now I have two Blue Triangles. Aren’t their faces great
The Moon is up and about in the clouds
The Sun is almost setting
So it is time for me to finish off. Hope you have enjoyed my January.
There are lots of Water photos. Go ahead and have a look at Cee’s place.
There is some water we like and some water we don’t.
Flood water in Grafton
The washing up
Heading out of the river mouth at Yamba
A beach on a grey day
Setting course for parts unknown
As the year winds down, Paula has asked not for a difficult photo challenge, but for the best submitted to Lost in Translation for 2017.
I have chosen the photo that Paula found special in 2017 with the word prompt Nautical from the Pick a Word in August. It almost matches Paulas photo as mine is from Rovinj as well
I am looking forward to more of my friend Paulas photo challenges in 2018 as it was a Pick a Word way back in February that started me with photo challenges. In case you didn’t see this blog, have a look at Something happened in 2017
The Tuesday Photo Challenge from Dutch goes the Photo this week is Dark.
What to choose? How about some boats in Morton Bay, near Brisbane Australia, I saw when we were staying on Macleay Island.
The party boat was in full swing.
The trawler worked through the night
I wait every month for the Pick a Word photo challenge from Lost in Translation.
Setting
Nubilous
Motley
Growth
Nautical
Look at the link to see what other photographers matched with the Pick a Word photo challenge
March was a month of contrasts, a couple of hot days followed by a bit of rain and then Cyclone Debbie came along. I was fortunate not to be in the path of Debbie but on the edge of the system. I missed the strong winds and abundant rainfall. I still managed to have 476mls of rain for March. This rainfall ended the long dry period over Summer when usually the rains come. The total rainfall for March exceeded the total rainfall for the 6 months prior.
The few dry day did allow for some wandering about and finding some interesting stuff. The weather also bought out a good variety of fungi which have their own blog.
So onward to the stuff of March.
Isn’t this little boat the cutest?
The flood waters made the creeks run and the creek at Emerald Beach broke through the sand and flowed to the sea. The strong tannin coloured water gave the rocks an interesting hue.
Rust. As you know I love rust, the colours and textures rust gives to metal.
More rust on the fence around the riverbank park in Grafton.
In Lismore, wandering the back lanes I came across this furnace door that is still in operation at the rear of a cafe.
One of the treasures of Lismore is the street art in the back lanes. The recent flooding of Lismore didn’t damage most of the art works although some may need a bit of a clean and touch up. The following selection is from just one lane way.
The art on the door is perhaps a portend.
The fish managed to swim out the flood waters I am told.
I love this ghostly face.
How clever.
The butterflies in the rainforest.
Speaking of butterflies, I just love photographing butterflies. Of course many a while is spent chasing them around trying to get THAT capture. The Common Yellow butterfly seemed to enjoy time on the ground.
The Small Green-banded Blue butterfly kept trying to hide from me.
I haven’t had such a variety of flies at my place or perhaps I haven’t really taken a close look at them. The yellow face and bottle green body look great.
The green eyes are striking. The long proboscis also lets this fly give you a very sharp sting.
This beautiful Huntsman spider lived in my house for around two months. She has now gone outside I think as I haven’t seen her for a couple of days. Her leg span from front to back or side to side is 16cm. Her body length is 5cm. How big is your hand?
The Fire-wheel trees are flowering.
I have a number of Golden Lycras that my aged neighbour loved. He gave me lots of corms and this year they flowered the best ever. They gave me lovely memories of him. The view from the top.
They looked so lovely in the morning sun.
This Hibiscus was in my parents place and the cutting has lived on at my place filled with abundant flowers this Autumn.
The miniature Hibiscus adds small red spots in the garden
One of the original Hibiscus. This one is in my besties garden. Such a delicate flower. The petals almost look transparent.
Another tiny native flower that I have found around my property. The flower is about 12mm across so imagine the size of the insect that was getting some nectar or pollen.
The Bromiliads had a good flowering this March. They gathered enough water that’s for sure.
I hadn’t seen white Crocus before. Stunning flowers aren’t they?
I have loved the colours of Coleus since I first saw them in my grandfathers garden.
The rain has revived the Lichen.
Wandering around the garden looking for snacks, the Bar-shouldered Dove and Emerald Dove shared the space.
A little Jacky Winter enjoying the morning sun.
The Brown Pigeon sat in the Poinsettia striking a lovely pose.
Not the best angle for a Blue-faced Honeyeater though.
The little Forest Kingfisher sat in the tree looking about then suddenly plunged to the ground. When he resumed his perch, he did the bash bash on the branch to tenderise his snack. It looks like he managed to find a frog in the garden.
The Forest Kingfisher has beautiful colours don’t you think?
Thanks for taking the time to have a look at my March.
I have ben slack I will admit. Here is a collage of life that I have found. Some have no meaning and just are stuff that the world leaves lying around, or sitting or just being.
I went to the Bentley Blockade had a chat or two with the folk who were only too happy to chat, buts another story another time. Of course I have to go exploring, so Bentley is a good start and who knows where we will end up
This wonderful farm-house, just sitting there, neglected.
While overhead, the clouds were just blowing up and drifting apart, ever-changing.
On the way back to Lismore, the clouds in the east had a soft blush of colour which turned to storm clouds.
The pansies were blooming bright colours making spots of joy in the usually, almost colourless autumn gardens.
Everyone was enjoying the camellias, Lewins Honeyeaters were darting in and out and even the ants were traipsing all over the bush.
The stamen look like they are wearing boxing gloves…no wonder the ant scarpered
Of course someone had to shine. The Gerbera was the star of the garden.
The Emerald Dove can’t seem to stop still for a second. I think it scooped stuff up while strutting around the courtyard.
The little Eastern Yellow Robin was always darting about the foliage of the tree begonias.
While overhead the Eastern Rosellas just chatted away, mostly to no-one in particular.
The White Headed Pigeon took advantage of the last afternoon to have a last dip at the bird bath.
Up the flag pole!! The Butcher Bird thought the flag pole was a great place to scan the neighbourhood. As long as he looked up as well.
The Brahminy Kite was on the prowl making birds scatter everywhere.
Cormorants look very pretty with their wings folded. All that drip-drying seems to pay off.
The Pelican didn’t seem to give a rats about anything.
The Pied Oyster Catchers seemed unfazed by the Soldier Crabs who have just taken over whole of the little beach in a small bay.
The Soldier Crabs were everywhere….always seemed to be on a mission to somewhere and back again, a bit of over there and a “Hey it’s Norm again” as business is done as a cluster ever moving, occaisionally stopping for a quick drink or to stuff a claw into their mouths possibly with a snack of some sort..
They were so hard to get a good photo as they just scuttled away when you got close to them or they got close to me. Below is an artist’s impression of the Soldier Crabs
The crabs knew someone was looking on at their antics. No one was fooled by the shades.
The end of the day. The sun setting like an explosion of fire and colour.
The evil eyes are looking….beguiling you into the mouth of fire.
After the sun has set, it is sometimes just as beautiful. The purples, deep blues and almost a russet flow down into yellow with a lone house light in the distance.
When darkness sets in, the little Pademelons come scrounging around the chook yard, hoping to snuffle up some grain the chooks left behind. That’s why this bloke has a smudge on his nose.
I love our Moon. Sometimes the Moon just shines when full. Goodnight.
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