Photo Scavenger

I briefly contemplated making Ivy (pet rat) play dress-up, but decided it wasn't worth the amount of cursing and sulking that would result, so here's a photo of my grandaughter's bedroom with Peter happily perched on her bookcase.



I am running behind on my tree pic as I just haven't had a chance to get out and photograph the tree I want...I'm hoping to get there sometime today.


Edited to add... I gave in to temptation.

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When I saw the theme I didn't think I would post ... then I remembered this.  It is a promotional bunny from Duracel, and I won it in a competition in 1980 ... with batteries the paws play the drum.

 
 

The blue ribbon is nothing to do with it - but was tied around my Diploma when I qualified as an osteopath in 1983! 
 

I finally got the chance to get over to photograph the tree I wanted. When we first moved into the area this beautiful old Moreton Bay Fig stood in the middle of a horse paddock above the flood plain of the Caboolture River. As is often the case, it wasn't long before the developers showed up and pretty soon the poor thing was surrounded by houses. I was so happy that they didn't chop down this gorgeous old tree, but the development did take its toll as they ripped up many of its outer roots and now, several years later it is finally starting to look healthier, although it does still have a bit of a yellow tint to some of its leaves. Hopefully in time it will recover to full health and will once again be the stunning specimen it was when we first saw it.




Link to full size pic: http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z292/Always_art/private/P1000356.jpg

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I took this last Thursday in Broadford Bay, standing in the local Co-op car park.





It was just pottering about in the bay. We don't normally see yachts at this time of year - most people take them out of the water at the end of October. I asked one of the local sailors who didn't recognise it and thought that bearing in mind the time of year it might be someone sailing around the world who was en route (not quite sure via where) to Greenland.

I know, right? It looks more like fireworks than a rabbit, doesn't it? Yup. Happy New Year! Welcome to...the Year of the Rabbit.

The first Chinese New Year after my family moved to Hong Kong was in 1975, also the year of the Rabbit. We were living in a tiny, cramped flat in Mid Levels, but my brother and I went to school at the Peak and we had a family friend who lived near our school and invited the family over for a supper with mooncakes and a perfect view of the celebratory fireworks. I was ten years old and it was about the most exciting and exotic thing I'd ever experienced.

Kung Hei Fat Choy, y'all.

ETA: I'm new to the community, I hope it's okay to take this kind of sideways approach to the theme. Please let me know if I'm out of line and I can be more literal in future.

This is the MV Coruisk just about to start boarding at Mallaig to cross to Armadale. I always feel that I'm nearly home by the time that I am in the queue for that ferry.