In the mist

Welcome to Canberra, where every other morning we're shrouded in mist.

Littlewing

This image begs a story, and I have been toying with many throughout the day. It is the discarded wing which I assume once belonged to a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo. When I took it this morning, frost still crisp on the grass it rested on, I felt as though I had stumbled onto a crime scene, a private and violent happening of which I was a post mortem witness.

Good day sunshine

Walking to work yesterday at 7am.

From the sidelines

Supported the Hall Bushrangers again on a Saturday, that despite a pleasant and sunny enough start, quickly dissipated into a cold overcast afternoon. When we arrived at the ground in Woden, we mused over the fact that there seemed to be a whole lot more people here than the last time we were here. Turns out they were there for a clash between 'Aussie Legends' and the Canberra Royals. Anyway, despite not having a scoreboard we're pretty sure that Hall won, despite a gutsy second half from the opposition.

A different perspective

Target carpark, Canberra Centre

Birdwatching

A couple of monogamous (? I like to think so!) pigeons at the Kingston Powerhouse.

Head in the Clouds

Walking through a tunnel of plastic shopping bags at the Soft Sculpture exhibition at the National Gallery of Australia. It possessed a surprisingly ethereal beauty.

Burnished

Jardine Street, Kingston

Peachy Keen

Inspired lighting, NGA gift shop

Intergalactic, planetary (part 2)

In more detail. Two today because I forgot yesterday!