For Anita. With apologies to The Beatles.
Hey Dude, don’t make it bad.
Take a fad song and make it madder.
Remember to let her under your skin,
Then you’ll begin
to fake it
Better better better.
Have a good one, everyone.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
PS. Not my garden but some other people having fun.
A lament.
For some, there is no tomorrow.
There is only today – neither grand, nor fine.
The light is cruel so close your eyes
and then, in the day’s fading, sleep
while the bombs rain down.
Comments are turned off.
I thought I might get bogged so I took evasive action. Also, I didn’t have a “web” cam. Get it?
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Dear Readers, please excuse this fooling around with photos. Apparently the colour management of my various photo editing software programs in relation to different browsers and various other confusing stuff is confusing. So I am experimenting. Blimey, as they say in the classics. Just ignore me. Or you could tell me whether the spider looks orange, brown and cream? Anyway, just in case you are interested, we think this is a some type of lynx spider. Have to get the colours right so we can ID it. Long story.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
This is a test, perhaps of my patience and perseverance. It seems there has been a software update somehow, somewhere, so I can no longer load photos that are true to the colour that I shot them in. I’ve tried the fixes but they aren’t working. So my workaround is to over-saturate my photos in Photoshop and then re-edit the de-saturated photos in the Windows photo app. Technology!! Anyway, this will do. I now look forward to seeing how this photo looks on my various devices.
Life goes on. Yes, I am still here. Hope you are too.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Thanks to our neighbour’s wonderful native garden, we have many little birds nesting nearby.
The Superb Fairywrens are up at the crack of dawn collecting nesting materials and hunting insects. They have been incredibly bold bounding around our dog yard.
Here she is.
Here he is.
And a female Golden Whistler also visited today.
Down the road at our park, currawong chicks have already hatched, while the magpies are currently on their nest too. It is all happening.
It is a very different year to last year. It is much drier and hotter. The temperature is forecast to be 35o Celcius next week and we are only three weeks into Spring. Perhaps the rats will leave home then, although it is probably better for the wren chicks if they do not.
Photos courtesy of my True Love.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Happy birthday to our darling girl, Makea, who turned 11 today.
How about we sing a song for her? Happy Birthday To You? Nope, I know a better one. She will love it. It’s the delightful Jenny Morris singing “She Has To Be Loved”. There aren’t many words so sing it with me.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
By the way, the title refers to the head shot, not the species. 🙂
Have a feral Friday, everyone.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Thank goodness, free to be Untidy again.
It was nearly killing me trying to be sophisticated (ie. tidy).
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Good morning. It’s time for a few photos taken at the wonderful Australian National Botanic Gardens in Canberra.
These were the photos that I entered for a photography project run by my photography group, none of which were chosen. It was a learning exercise for me. An incredibly time consuming one. So I have decided that I probably won’t submit any entries for future projects until I have a bit more time. I might have to learn focus stacking first. I’m not sure I will ever have time for that …. We shall see. I hope to take some updated photos of my verge garden soon. I will give you a clue. Nothing much is happening.
By the way, the title of this post is an acknowledgement of how busy I’ve been and my complete inability to focus on 50 million things, including this blog. However, I am happy and I am learning heaps. Also, my True Love is retiring in a couple of weeks. How exciting is that? Sorry, for that digression, but how exciting is that?
Stay well, everyone, and talk to you soon.
Kind Regards.
Tracy.
Reflections of An Untidy Mind 