The gorilla is the one that gets things done, using whatever reasonable force is necessary. He’s not always nice and he hardly ever apologises, but that’s not what he’s here for. He’s here to whoop your butt, and he might be the only one that can – now that you are finally in charge andContinue reading “Gorilla again”
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Monsters are everywhere
It wasn’t till I got home and enlarged this photo that I spotted him! Talk about a close call! Anything could have happened…
2 Minds 2day
Working on a couple of projects at the moment, not enough time to play… so I dragged out this old favourite. It seems to suit the situation, even if I don’t dress up for work like she does.
True Horror!
UPDATE!! Day after this photo was taken… I go into the lounge to get something while we are watching TV and see the cats are sitting in almost identical positions as yesterday – on the other side of the room – and there is ANOTHER mousie on top of the curtains!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ay Carrumbah! I haveContinue reading “True Horror!”
Sorrento Getaway
It seemed the perfect place for a clandestine rendezvous, a dangerous tryst, a life-taking risk. Corners all around, but nowhere to hide.
At the end of the day
During the day you’ve got your mates around – the gang the flock… but at the end of the day, it’s just you. No one there to tell you that you’re right or that you’re wrong and you face the dark of night with your best friend or your worst enemy
Hell on Wheels
With two steering wheels she’s queen of the road. Ten year’s time. A little peroxide. Miniskirt. Pumps. A tattoo or two. And a whole lotta attitude!
Crazy Circus
Did you like the fun house? I hated it. But I couldn’t stay away.
Take off…
Nature’s creatures just don’t fear me. At least, not if they’ve settled in for a rest. I hardly had to crop this image… this giant brown seagull had nearly a metre wing span (39″) I’d say – just huge, almost the size of an albatross, with none of the albatross’s charm or mystique. I ratherContinue reading “Take off…”
MInding My Own Business
My poor mother – you’d think from listening to some of her children, that she’d got EVERYthing wrong, not most things or some things, but the whole lot. Hmmm… she definitely got some things right – but there’s not much percentage in telling folks about how right and normal and ordinary your childhood was (notContinue reading “MInding My Own Business”
Titirangi Storyteller 