The Weekend Challenge: Surface
Just a few surfaces.
In a shop
The surface of a road – luckily not mine
A rocky surface on a garden with a bonus Water Dragon
Tag: road
Vanishing Point
Leading lines
The Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #80: Leading Lines
Down the hallway
To the windows
Follow the bicyclist
Down the road
Up and down the road
On the train to nowhere
Over the bridge
Over the pond
Up the stairs
Down the stairs
Leading you along the beach
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My street
The Weekly Word Prompt: The Street
Here is my street. The trees on the left is the entrance to my place
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Which Way May 30 – Driving Home
Driving home for Which Way
I was driving home the other day and stopped at road works. I thought I would try and get some of the works in action. From there it has become part of my drive home from town, the last twenty kilometers or so. Sit back and enjoy the drive.
Getting the job done
The water truck which is responsible, and the oncoming traffic, for the state of the windscreen
Looking back
The top of the hill and the straight stretch to the west and home
This part of the highway was reconstructed a few years ago. In the distance is Bakers Hill, a local name. The Baker family owned all the land both sides of the highway early last century. The geographical name is Mt Ramornie. It is not what people from overseas would call a mountain.
The road up Bakers Hill.
and down the other side
Heading over the hill into the valley where my place is.
The last creek crossing, not far now.
Onto the gravel road. It’s a bit rough as the road only gets graded and repaired once a year so make sure your dentures don’t fall out, tighten your bra straps and seat belt.
The last bit before turning into my road. It’s a bit narrow so I hope we don’t meet a logging truck, cattle carrier, gravel truck or any other big vehicle.
Well that’s it. The rest of the photos were of the blobs of dirt on the windscreen and into the sun. My blog header gets us in the gate.
Hope you enjoyed the ride home. Perhaps a tea or coffee and some cake or it could be wine time and snacks.
The late Alvin Lee and Ten Years After blowing away the folk at Woodstock
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Which Way May 9 On the way to Coaldale
It’s time for a Which Way
My daughter lives on the other side of the Clarence River from my place so it’s a enjoyable drive to go and see her. Come for a drive with me to Coaldale.
Some of the roads are long and straight
There are a few twists and turns
and some roads go past a pub
Enjoy this live version. It’s OK to get up and boogie
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Road is long
Which Way 25 April
Which Way – March 28
Lunch on the side of the road
I was driving along the Summerland Way heading to see my bestie, when I spotted a large shape ahead on the side of the road. I instantly knew what it was, slowed and parked the car. Turning the engine, music, lights off I wound down the window, grabbed my camera and hoped that I get some photos of the Wedged-tailed Eagle, the largest bird of prey in Australia, having lunch.
This is what I saw. WARNING It does contain some grisly photos.
The first quick photo just in case he flew off once he spotted me stopped. He did see me but I tried to be as still as I could and hoped he was very hungry and would continue eating the Red-necked Wallaby who was most probably road kill.
Then it was back to having his lunch – actually it was late afternoon
Another look up to see if I had moved
Ripping off a piece of meat from the Red-necked Wallaby, he just tossed it down. Now you can see the talons, about the size of your hand
More to eat while still keeping an eye on me
Now where to have a nibble. Aren’t those fluffy pants adorable?
Suddenly some small birds flew into a nearby tree. Probably seeing me, they started making their warning calls. This distracted him from the meal and he looked around at the bush behind just in case the threat came from that direction.
As the other birds kept their racket up, he decided it was time to go. As he unfurled the 2 meter plus wings he was gone. Unfortunately I was unable to get the lift-off as he flew into the bit of bush behind.
That was the end of my encounter. As I started the car and gave those small birds a glare, I noticed he had just flown a few meters into a tree but I was unable to stop again on the sometimes busy road.
