I normally don’t mess with the colours this heavily, but this was after dark, shot on a 3 second exposure. There’s no such thing as naturalistic colours…
Storm near Singleton, Boxing Day 2020
That’s what little girls are made of
March 2020
The end of March was the season of the five reasons. It was also the beginning of the ongoing wet year. Each day we met our exercise (and general outdoor) quota by walking down to the nearest park and cycling: in V’s case riding his new mountain bike over wet turf and in A’s case, carefully paddling and balancing her pushbike as she learned to ride carefully down a hill.
On the way home on one trip, we heard, metres behind us, a small voice saying crossly “I bet that little girl”—A—”is allowed to…!”
I assumed that the question was about seeing friends or grandparents or having competitive sneezing parties, so called back to them to ask what they wanted to know. The father said not to mind but I insisted and he said “she wants to know if that little girl is allowed to eat mushrooms growing on the street”, allowing me to comfortably assert that A is not allowed to eat mushrooms found growing on the street. Neighbourhood norms, cemented.
Not at work
July 2019
Lorikeet paradise
Mythical creature
A plane! In September 2020!
I exaggerate, of course. They’re rare enough to draw attention, but they’re pretty frequent. Like this plane, they are almost all carrying cargo, not passengers.
Kanimbla, April 2019
In the old days, when you just put the sun in the shot, dammit.
Apple picking, Mayfarm Flowers, April 22 2019
Most of the apple orchards around Orange, once the major growing region in Australia, have been converted into vineyards, or in the case of Mayfarm Flowers, a flower farm. Their crop of apples from the doomed trees was storm damaged in 2019, and so they opened them up for picking, with most of the apples being shipped to Sydney for donation, and pickers allowed to take away others for free.
Autumn leaves, Orange, April 2019
Green drought, April 2019
Not as dry by far as it was to get later. Impending doom is the fashion in New South Wales and has been for a while. (There’s been good rain this winter, in the plague year.)
Sunbursts
