Today is a national holiday, commemorating the landing of British settlers and convicts on a part of the coast not far from where I was born in Sydney. I've always thought of it as that day, for better or worse, more something for those in Sydney to look after. Instead, it is a huge national, bordering on jingoistic, day of Australian flags, green and gold, the Southern Cross and BBQs.
Unless you are in the midst of moving offices. Which I am. So, off I went very early to pack up and transport the last shipment of books &c. from the office. Public holidays are good for that sort of thing. And it is done. Effectively. Thirty-one boxes later, my shelves are empty.
Also best day for cheap movies, so it was quickly back to Brisbane to see a couple of movies as well, The Danish Girl and Looking for Grace. Both quite excellent in their own ways.
On the way home, I could have stopped by a park where the remnants of the festivities were apparent, but instead, I just popped in to see progress on the resuscitation of the local waterway after some recent suspicious poisoning. You've seen it here before.
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| Bullrushes |
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| Ducking between the lilypads |
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| Withered |
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| Not sure about the water |
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| Trunks |
Although not quite back to its former calmness, it is fair to say it is getting there.
A long, varied and tiring day, but one for good reflection on many things as well.
[Camera : Canon EOS60D, 70-300mm, 6.10pm-6.24pm, 26 January 2016]
