A Bit of Easter Cheer

I'm a bit early for Easter .... but they're so cute....

Macro Monday: The Collector

I watched  a documentary last night about a wildlife photographer which inspired me to see what beasties I could find in my garden.  I have always suspected there is a herd of elephants lost somewhere in the jungle that once was my back yard  (I must clean that up one day), but all I could come up with was a bee doing the nasty bump with my Lilly Pilly.

Hello Ladies!

The bee is not quite as clear as I would like but in my defence, the little blighter wouldn't stay still.  Maybe I need a new camera?  :-)

Have a look at Lisa's Chaos for more macro photos

Sundays In My City: Como, Sydney

Not far fom my house is a small park on the bank of the Georges River.  Late Sunday afternoons the park is filled with kids on bikes, dogs going for a walk and the odd wedding.

Come on ... throw the ball ... somebody throw the ball.

Flowergirl has lost interest in the wedding.

Tower, this is Ghost Rider requesting a flyby.

Take a trip around the world with other Sunday in My City submissions.

Macro Monday: Fun Guys

My partner only knows one joke:

Why were the mushrooms laughing as they were walking down the street?

     They were just a couple of fun guys ... get it?... fungi ... funny hah?

No, I didn't think it was funny either, but now when I see mushrooms I always think of his stupid joke.  I'm cursed.

Happy Macro Monday!

Scenic Sunday - Shelly Beach

I'm not a morning person.  Not even slightly.  With great sacrifice to myself and those around me who now have to tolerate my foul mood, I dragged myself out of my bed pre-dawn this morning to see what the surf was like at nearby Shelly Beach (Cronulla). 

6:45am Shelly Beach, Cronulla

The surf was rubbish, but a fantasic sunrise made the pain of not having my Sunday sleep-in worthwhile.

7:15am Shelly Beach, Cronulla

7:20am Looking north towards Kurnell

I am the Worst

It's official ... I am the worst lawn bowler in the world.  Maybe the worst in the entire universe as I am assuming higher minded being living in another solar system have better things to do with their time than chuck a wobbly ball across the lawn.

Last night was the annual twilight lawn bowls night for the department I worked for in another life. I was delighted they invited me back and I was a little flattered that they still remembered me. I missed their true motive: they needed someone to come last.

I'm not a complete novice at lawn bowls and after last year's dismal effort I was determined this year I was going to impress everybody. To tell you the truth, I fancied myself a little. I was sure that a sport where you didn't have to put your beer down when it was your turn was something I was going to be good at. Alas, I was wrong.  

We played in teams of four people, so I could try and say it was the team that lost. The organisers were wise to this and the teams were rearranged a few time. Every team I was in lost.  I'm taking this very personally.  

I think it's time to retire gracefully from the sport. I have never worked out which way the wobbly ball should turn and I can't face the indignity any more of being asked “What are you aiming at?”. I shall concentrate on a sport I can excel at.  I am much better at heckling from the sidelines.

"There's nothing wrong with saying hard luck!
Just learn to do it without the snigger.

Macro Monday: Not so Fierce

I'm going to confess, I didn't take this photo today.  I've been at a French Masters Art Exhibition in Canberra today and cameras were not allowed. Sacré bleu! So many macro opportunities and no camera. I've had to dig into the files for today's Macro Monday.

I wish I knew what type of lizard this is.  I had to lay in muddy stream to get the shot as he poked his nose out from under a rock ledge.

Lizard in the Blue Mountains

By coincidence I'm following the reptile theme on Macro Monday although
I don't think this little fella is going to rip my arm off.