This preening male was in competition with another for the attentions of a rather dowdy female.
She didn’t seem impressed.

This preening male was in competition with another for the attentions of a rather dowdy female.
She didn’t seem impressed.

From the archive.
The web looks fragile but holds great weight.
We can be like that too.

One from the archives
Give me a home among the gum(boot) trees …

I like it best,
when the sun is out…
It’s a good day,
Sunshine.

They’re spiky and they’re spiny
The flowers are quite tiny.
They’re altogether shiny,
The Hakea family.

Spring is in the air,
Everywhere I looked around …

There are strange machinations, buried deep in the forest…*

*Completely plagiarised from Tim’s post.
Hitting the rocks creates some waves. Having a board helps ride the swell.

The water pours over the rocks like tears.
It’s been that kind of day.
