
Eurasian Tree Sparrow – Yuyuan Gardens, Shanghai
He’s thinking, “Lunch!” I’m thinking, “Wildly optimistic.”

Eurasian Tree Sparrow – Yuyuan Gardens, Shanghai
He’s thinking, “Lunch!” I’m thinking, “Wildly optimistic.”

S – The Annotated Ultimate Alphabet by Mike Wilks
This is a page from one of my most treasured books: The Annotated Ultimate Alphabet by Mike Wilks. The page contains over 1000 things that begin with the letter S, including the Semaphore alphabet.
See what you can find.
I’m in a city of 14.50 million
(give or take a few, including me)
souls. I know no-one
here. I’m a nano-human, a speck
in the smog. I make myself big
riding the subways with no-one
with light-coloured hair. No-one notices
the gweilo; the ghost-person, I think,
until I step into the deluge at Shanghai
Library, and a dark-haired
girl steps in time beside me, her umbrella
banishing the rain, her words, my ghostliness
“Where are you going?
Can I take you there?”

My husband and youngest niece are the most observant people I know, invariably picking up on details which other miss. (They should start their own detective agency). I’ve learnt to be more observant, particularly in nature, from them both. But I’m still no master at it.
I was so busy taking photos in the Butchart Gardens that I almost missed this wormhole in the hedgerow to another galaxy. 😀
Take care to notice the world around you.
Is it just my impression, or is technology making the human race less observant?
About 19 years ago, I spent two months working in Vancouver during the Summer but never got to Vancouver Island. However, in mid-November, I was fortunate enough to return to Vancouver for work, and my brother said I absolutely must try and get to Vancouver Island and see the Butchart Gardens and Victoria. So on a gloomy, grey Fall day absolutely deluged with rain, I made the 90-minute ferry trip to the island, and, although I ran out of time to see Victoria, I managed to spend a wonderful few hours in the Butchart Gardens, an extraordinary place of beauty.

Butchart Gardens
“In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die:
Ever drifting down the stream –
Lingering in the golden dream –
Life, what is it but a dream?”
A Boat Beneath a Sunny Sky – Lewis Carroll

Photo by Belinda Price-Sinclair

When the sun turns
away to southern lands
we find ourselves awake
on a strange, familiar shore
where those who’ve gone
before sleep beneath moss
in forest graves, and wild apples
jump the fences
Across the Baltic Sea
history comes full circle.

Bob—my minion, courtesy of my husband—is a symbol of my excesses:
Too much chocolate and champagne: I, like Bob, am a candidate for the cakewalk rather than the catwalk.
Too much grieving: my father, who was affectionately called Bob (not his real name) by our extended family, died 13 years ago, but his ghost still looms at dawn.
Too strange a sense of humour: dark, subversive, and sometimes toilet.
And now I’m laughing too long and too loud.
Have a silly weekend.
😀
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Stylish in Shibuya
I’m lazy technically when it comes to photography. Part of the problem is that I have two sets of glasses and never seem to be wearing the right pair when I want to take a photo quickly. Which is frustrating because my muse is most certainly ordinary people, and for this reason the photography that I most enjoy is street photography, which requires spontaneity.
These lovely chaps cheekily photo-bombed me as I was taking photos down this street in Tokyo and then happily agreed to pose. Of course, my camera was on the wrong settings.
The other people-inspired form of photography that I love is portraiture, but I don’t get much time to do it these days. My good friend Kim is always a wonderful subject.

For incredibly beautiful and technically perfect portrait photography, see Joshi Daniel’s blog.
For more entries to this week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.

Robot Restaurant Floor Show
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Falls Creek is a ski resort in the Victorian Alps, Australia.
In the off-season (i.e. any time that’s not winter) it’s great for mountain-biking, fly-fishing and hiking, as well as high-altitude training for crazy extreme runners and cyclists.

Accommodation-wise, we’ve stayed at Husky Apartments and QT and can recommend both for couples, particularly if you want to self-cater most of the time.
Although many of the resort facilities are closed outside of the ski season, the local supermarket is open most days, and a few of the restaurants run skeleton staff – in our experience, the staff of Stingray and The Last Hoot do an excellent job.
Off-mountain in the area, afternoon tea at Treats in Tawonga South is a must. Run by a welcoming, energetic team, the café serves a wide variety of meals and cakes. And you can plan a flip at the local gliding club on the same day-trip (perhaps before you’ve eaten ).

It’s the perfect place to give the lungs and the brain some fresh air.

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On the Way to the Theatre
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If I were a voodoo-hoodoo, my more annoying clients might experience the mysterious onset of a headache around 7:30 on a certain week night.
“Do you know why people like violence? It is because it feels good.”
Alan Turing in The Imitation Game
But the only violence I like is the kind that doesn’t hurt anything.

Chu-daiko and Shime-daiko
So Taiko is perfect. Thus far, we’ve learnt the basics of the Miyake and Yatai-bayashi rhythms, fantastic workouts for the body, brain and voice.
I’ve lived in Sydney for longer than the annual Vivid festival’s been going, but this year is the first time I went down to the Harbour to take a look. It’s fabulous, the atmosphere, the music and the visual splendour. Tonight’s the last night, so if you’re in Sydney and you haven’t been yet, get rugged up, and head to Vivid tonight for a wonderful evening.

Museum of Contemporary Art, Circular Quay, Sydney
For those of you who couldn’t make it, you might be interested in these Vivid 2015 videos from YouTube.
For more entries to this week’s WPC, see The Daily Post.

I know what you’re thinking…
..but I haven’t taken to my husband’s head with a meat cleaver.
Being time-poor, I don’t cook much, but when I do, I like to try something new and recently attempted this MiNDFOOD recipe.
The problem is that the whole tap-the-pomegranate-skin-with-a-wooden-spoon-and-the-seeds-will-just-fall-out trick didn’t work so well. Hence the pomegranate bloodbath.
For more entries to last week’s photo challenge, see The Daily Post.
This rather prettier Autumn mess is evidence

of another avian feaster
doing fantastic gymnastics in the Camellia bushes
to get some yummy nectar

nom, nom

Delicious!
A Sure Sign of Autumn in the Antipodes
On a windless day, a rustle in the plane tree on the verge…

..hmmm, the frangipani still has some buds and blooms…

..but the Tibouchina’s showing signs of an imminent purple explosion…

..and there’s that familiar plop followed by those chatty squawky squeaks…
..which can only mean one thing…
..I know you’re in there…
Aha!

And who do you think’s going to clean up your Autumn feasting mess?

That’s your problem; I’m eating!

For more entries to the Ephemeral WPC, see The Daily Post.

Fresh Noodles – Tokyo
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