Thursdays Special: Pick a Word

It’s a pity this photo challenge only happens once a month as it’s my favourite. This month Lost in Translation has supplied some words and here are my pictures.

Mountainous
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Whiskers
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Crumbling
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Spanning
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Immaculate
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Have a look at what other photographers have supplied to the words at Lost in Translation

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Black and White Sunday – Traces of the Past

Traces of the past made me delve into the past finding some photos of stuff I have found lately that have come from the past.

One visit to Sydney I came across an old letter box or post box. I love the ornate top and the cast iron construction. They used to be everywhere in Sydney. I wonder if this is the last one that is still in use?

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I love this old farm house from the early part of last century.

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“I just can’t drive any further.”

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bushboy photos for Black & White Sunday – Traces of the Past

An assortment found while travelling around

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.

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While overhead, the clouds were just blowing up and drifting apart, ever-changing.

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On the way back to Lismore, the clouds in the east had a soft blush of colour which turned to storm clouds.

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The pansies were blooming bright colours making spots of joy in the usually, almost colourless autumn gardens.

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Everyone was enjoying the camellias, Lewins Honeyeaters were darting in and out and even the ants were traipsing all over the bush.

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The stamen look like they are wearing boxing gloves…no wonder the ant scarpered

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Of course someone had to shine. The Gerbera was the star of the garden.

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The Emerald Dove can’t seem to stop still for a second. I think it scooped stuff up while strutting around the courtyard.

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The little Eastern Yellow Robin was always darting about the foliage of the tree begonias.

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While overhead the Eastern Rosellas just chatted away, mostly to no-one in particular.

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The White Headed Pigeon took advantage of the last afternoon to have a last dip at the bird bath.

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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.

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The Brahminy Kite was on the prowl making birds scatter everywhere.

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Cormorants look very pretty with their wings folded. All that drip-drying seems to pay off.

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The Pelican didn’t seem to give a rats about anything.

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The Pied Oyster Catchers seemed unfazed by the Soldier Crabs who have just taken over whole of the little beach in a small bay.

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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..

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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

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The crabs knew someone was looking on at their antics. No one was fooled by the shades.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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I love our Moon. Sometimes the Moon just shines when full. Goodnight.

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