While I was walking...

...  from my (Melbourne) back yard to the post office.

First I was dazzled by the purple native hibiscus (?) dancing along the side fence with the Jasmine. 


Then I noticed the Jasmine in the gutter and something about it reminded me of a young child sitting, playing on the edge of a footpath, feet dangling in the gutter. 

And then I was struck by the everyday-ness of the down pipe and how the flowers and foliage made the shapes look quite beautiful. 


So with gutters and pipes in my mind, I set off to the Post Office and just a couple of doors up from me I spotted these blue flowers in a front yard. And I love the old green velvet couch sitting on the porch behind the flowers. Can anyone let me know what the flowers are called?

I was keeping an eye out for details and spotted these tiny flowers that are quite possibly a pest because they seem to be everywhere (more photos of them further down). But I did like the rusty gate and cobwebs with just the hint of greenery. 


Just across the road from the Post Office I fell in love with this Wisteria. I was so blinded by its beauty it wasn't until I looked at the photos that I saw the intricate details in the house supporting it.  


The sun and shade worked nicely to accentuate the yellow bush against the rust coloured gate. The colourful wrought iron fences and gates and the fancy (filigree?) trimmings on the houses make great subjects to photograph. I love the colour contrast once again (below), this time with the purple (Iris? Help me out here, please) peeping through the repetition of the pale green fence rungs. 


The shadows, shapes and lines caught my eye above and below. 


As I mentioned, the plant below is probably a menace because it creeps everywhere, but the flowers are quite beautiful, albeit tiny.


A lot of character in a small space. I love the contrast of the shapes between the straight lines of the old chair and the round wheels of the bike and the repetition of the fence. Not to mention the incongruitey of the chair just sitting there. 


There's so much to delight in with bright, bold Nasturtiums poking through chain link fences and delicate, pale yellow (don't know the name) flowers growing in a window box.


You simply can't walk past a pair of pink flamingoes and not take a photo. I love the symmetry in this shot and the shadow of the lace work to balance it. 

And then back home and to finish off where I started, in the back yard with the pipes and gutters and jasmine and hibiscus, with an every day shot of pegs on the clothesline. 


Do-it-yourself Tour - Day 5 Afternoon

I guess one thing about booking in to a 20 bed dorm, it means you're not going to lounge around your room and waste time. So you might as well go for a walk and explore the flora.  


Do-it-yourself uluru tour: Day 5 - Kings Canyon


Kings canyon 6.55
Return 10.15

"The first bit is hard", I'd heard from several sources. But it wasn't that hard. Sure, it was steep. But it's just like walking up a lot of steps. And there's a nice little seat to rest part way up. And plenty of opportunities to stop and enjoy the view (catch your breath, take a photo).  I struggled due to the flu.  My throat was so sore it was burning. It reminded me of distance running, and it's been a long time since I've run distance. I can't even run to catch a tram now. Could barely manage a Cliffy Young shuffle with my knees. So yeah, I was glad when I got to the top and things levelled out. But in good health, I don't think it would be too hard at all. 


Overall, The valley of the Winds (Kata-Tjuta) was a more difficult walk because you have to navigate loose rock much of the way, which makes it easy to turn an ankle. You have to watch each step. Kings was literally nice, evenly placed natural steps due to the geological make up of the place. And in between, some nice national parks crew have cemented in extra steps and even matched the cement colour to the rocks so you don't even notice.

I was an hour and a half in before I saw another person. And then suddenly there they were, like a herd of camels cresting a dune. (below)


I was having a lot of fun creating these impressionistic versions of the landscape and I plan to get some printed up as they really capture the feel of the place much more than a specific picture. 


Back in yalara by 1.30. 
Hoping to still retain my licence and that all the warning signs about speed cameras etc were all bluff. 

I've lost my voice. I feel like shit. Two days off grid and the only person who noticed was a client chasing a print.

I do wish I had a nice resort room to sprawl in. Have a shower and a nap, instead of a 20 bed dorm. But at $400 a night and a two night minimum, as opposed to $38... I'll suck it up. 

I feel like my throat is bleeding, my chest is imploding and my head is a cesspool of snot.
I found a sunbed by the pool and collapsed on that. 

Home tomorrow. And planning to be up early and do the base walk. 

My overall thoughts on Kings Canyon are that if you're driving to or from Alice, definitely do it. But I wouldn't make a special trip from Uluru.