And moving into the New Year, we see that the books on the bedside table have become less of a to-be-read pile, and more of an art installation on the passage of time.
And some of them have been there for a considerable length of time...
I caught up with a friend to watch Dream Scenario, and we went to a café afterwards to debate its merits. When he ordered a soy milk cappuccino, I requested a 'normal' cappuccino, and he told me I could be cancelled for my pejorative coffee remarks. My how we laughed.
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| My heteronormative coffee |
My Big Sis gave me these solar lights with a comment along the lines that they would work better here in Australia, where we actually get the sun. I took this picture at 8.30pm as we sat in the front garden enjoying a glass of bubbles.
I went to the spectacular 'Discovering Ancient Egypt' exhibition at the National Museum of Australia (about which I will post separately). Here are just some pictures of the artwork outside the museum.
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| The Loop |
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| The Welcome Wall with Mirror Balls |
No trigs on this walk, but lots of lovely eucalyptus brought images to mind of Hans Heysen paintings. I love these forests with their distinctive colouring.
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| Losing sight of the wood for the trees |
When we went on the birthday tram crawl for Him Outdoors, I left my emergency cardigan behind in one of the pubs. After phoning to see if it had been found, we made a special trip back to the Dickson Taphouse to collect. Naturally, we had to have a pint while we were there. We used the time wisely to spread out a map of New South Wales on the table and work out where we were going to go, when students have returned to schools so the beaches are less crowded and accommodation is cheaper.
Over the last couple of weeks we have had fairly wild weather with humidity, sunshine, storms and heavy rain. The weeds, plants and flowers in the garden love it, and the roses are making a beautiful - if brief - showing of colour.
We attempted another trig - Mount Reedy in Kowen Forest (Number 39). It started out perfectly fine along a forest trail, that navigated between the natural native bush and the planted pines for logging. And then part of the track had washed away and we scrambled up and down a steep valley bank crossing what is currently a gentle creek, but clearly was a raging torrent at some point.
Those surveyors knew what they were doing - you can see a long way in all directions from the top of this mountain.
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| Black Mountain in the distance |
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| Him Outdoors on top of Mount Reedy |
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| Obligatory sh*t selfie at the trig |
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| The creek with traces of forest debris |
After the scramble and the evidence of landslip, we came across the this sign.. from the rear. I guess we knew that now.
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| No sh*t, Sherlock |
Later in the afternoon we went around to a friend's house to catch up and see how their garden grew.
