On the bus. (As you do).
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Friday, April 25, 2008
Have we forgotten?
War Memorial, Brisbane CityToday is ANZAC Day. A day supposed to be shared in memoriam for all fallen soldiers.
Unfortunately, a lot of people miss the point. 8,000 people turned up to the Dawn Service.
As I stood attempting to listen to the prayers, people behind me constantly chatting, mobile phones were going off (at 4am!) and I was seriously tempted to thump the person next to me noisily munching away on a packet of chips.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
All yours, Babooshka, Babooshka, Babooshka yai yah....
Before you cry out, hey! that's a grevillea! and I admit, it's a very close call, take a closer look at the leaves and stamen. The seed pods will be brown, capsular and papery too. Closely related alright but this rainforest tree is a regular site all around Brisbane and a fine accompaniment to the Bottlebrush I would think.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
Domestic Goddess
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
Big Hit
Monday, April 14, 2008
An evening on the green.
I'm not sure where the last few weeks have gone - 1st April feels like yesterday. Literally. In the spirit of tardiness, I offer more than one picture for today's posting.
As I roved out this evening down along the bank.

I set forth and observed the traffic.
Northside green belt bike and run path
Stafford into Alderley
And an ambush waiting to happen.

Orb Spider waiting in a peri-peri tree
(beneath this web she dangles a leaf in the hope of attracting quarry)
northside green belt, Enoggera
While the quarry looked on.
Fly considers dangling leaf
northside green belt, Enoggera
even magic ones..
As I roved out this evening down along the bank.
I set forth and observed the traffic.
Stafford into Alderley
Found beautiful flowers that others might think weeds.
And an ambush waiting to happen.
Orb Spider waiting in a peri-peri tree
(beneath this web she dangles a leaf in the hope of attracting quarry)
northside green belt, Enoggera
northside green belt, Enoggera
Before I turned to gaze at more wonderous weeds,
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
So Treasury
Many moons ago, when Brisbane was first established, the occupying British forces built a big castle dedicated to storing all their money. Occupying a block, it's an impressive, ornate old girl with a rumoured tunnel underneath that links to the Town Hall the next street over.
Hmmm...that'd be right, ferrying extra pennies to Council. Just goes to show that some things don't change.
Nowadays, the old Treasury building is the Conrad Treasury Casino with five star hotel rooms going for a very reasonable AUD$300 a night.
Hmmm...that'd be right, ferrying extra pennies to Council. Just goes to show that some things don't change.
Nowadays, the old Treasury building is the Conrad Treasury Casino with five star hotel rooms going for a very reasonable AUD$300 a night.
The Old Treasury Building(now Treasury Casino)
George Street, Brisbane
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Saturday, February 16, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Monday, January 21, 2008
Special Mention: Flood
The State of Queensland has now been declared a natural disaster zone with over two thirds of the State now under water. Rain is predicted for the south east which is where Brisbane sits. (And yet the pundits refuse to acknowledge the drought has broken!) I just may have to start one of these!
More from the garden
I don't mind spiders. This one, a garden orb, sits straddled between two ropes that make the clothesline and makes more than her keep in fly catches. You can see her chewing on her latest, one fresh in the fridge and the pantry to the left.
Garden Orb
He's watching me.
Loving nature and respecting its presence in your life has its challenges. Everyone has their 'thing' and for me it's wasps. These guys have settled near the orb and are very good at keeping the fly population down. They only build colonies of about 15 and, left alone, they keep to themselves. Provoked, they will attack and bear a nasty sting.
Their stringlike home is called a "pagoda" and is constructed from their saliva. When every core of my being cries out "get rid of them!" I resist. For they have their place too.
And there's this tiny little man, half the size of our smallest coin, flying around on his web thread. He is really quite the character. This was taken at distance because the eyes on this little guy are amazing - they're a veritable scanner and he can see me, in size and colour so every time I approached he would jump away. I am delighted to have identified him, the shape of his thorax and crown markings making him very distinctive.
Loving nature and respecting its presence in your life has its challenges. Everyone has their 'thing' and for me it's wasps. These guys have settled near the orb and are very good at keeping the fly population down. They only build colonies of about 15 and, left alone, they keep to themselves. Provoked, they will attack and bear a nasty sting.
Their stringlike home is called a "pagoda" and is constructed from their saliva. When every core of my being cries out "get rid of them!" I resist. For they have their place too.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Meet our Martha
This is Martha, formerly Arthur until her sex was determined.
Resident python, she feeds on chook eggs and her yearly offspring are protected from those eager to steal them for their own gain.
Yes, unfortunately, pythons fetch a lucrative price both here and overseas.
She's like my year 4 teacher. Looks fierce and bites when you annoy her but underneath that scaly exterior (which she is shedding in this photo) lies a soft heart.
Resident python, she feeds on chook eggs and her yearly offspring are protected from those eager to steal them for their own gain.
Yes, unfortunately, pythons fetch a lucrative price both here and overseas.
She's like my year 4 teacher. Looks fierce and bites when you annoy her but underneath that scaly exterior (which she is shedding in this photo) lies a soft heart.
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
Summer is....
Taking off your work clothes and going for a late evening swim.
Clearing your head on the ferry, watching the bats and swallows dip and listening to the currawong call to each other.
The rampant growth of the blackberry bush, berries ripe for the magpie men feeding their young.
Mr Pentagon coming into the kitchen for a drink. Yes, he dips his head into the sink, lingers then leaves.
(known in other countries as the Housekeeping Spider)
Skies to get lost under.
8pm
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