Playing Out

The reflections of the poplars in the lake at my lunchtime spot are rather glorious just now.

 

I had to go to Gold Creek for some reason, so I stopped off for breakfast at Pulp Book Cafe.

I walk/ cycle past this sign several times a week on my excercise route; it always makes me roll my eyes in a semi-indulgent, 'I guess we just never really grow up' sort of a way. 

I was doing a college assignment about cat behaviour; particularly bonding and allogrooming. Thankfully, I had a couple of willing study models.

My weekend walk around the trail at Mt Stromlo was accompanied by this mob. 

A controlled burn-off at Umbagonong District Park made for some interesting haze patterns with light and smoke.

And I still like the street art under the bridges. 

While Him Outdoors ran a race, I went for a walk on Cooleman Ridge and spectated.