The Bed and Breakfast man

Big boys busking badly

A few people from the local community got together to busk some Christmas carols this afternoon in the main street with the kids leading the way. It was a blast.

Photoblog

Anyone who likes the idea of a photoblog, but like me has absolutely no idea how to set one up, go here. It's new, and therefore a little lacklustre, but getting in at beta level tends to benefit you when the paying starts, and it's bound to get more bells and whistles as time goes by. Mine is linked to your right.

Happy 90th Birthday Nana.

We come in peace.

My mate, the BFG and family, came over for a BBQ and to help with some furniture placement at the new place on Saturday. He had gone looking for our house on Google Earth and noticed something strange at the corner shop down the road.

I've decided that the people who run the cafe or the bottle shop are actually aliens, placed on earth to research our ways, ply us with caffeine or alcohol, and transmit the results back to their own planet. As they are just across the road from the golf club they are probably going to send pictures of my slice across the galaxy where it will be studied should it prove useful as a defensive fighting manoeuvre if they decide to begin their earthly domination on the first tee.

Nana has agreed to knit me a balaclava with built in moustache snood so that I can reconnoitre and provide counter intelligence to their evil plans.

Then again, if they're in the bottle shop they can't be all bad.

 

A day in the Park

Circular Quay

Cropped and rotated right by 1 degree. I seem to have one leg shorter than the other when I take some shots.

Brave

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Factory

One from Mrs A.

Sunset in Broome