Summer has arrived, the cover has come off our pool, and at last I launched my Canadian Decoy Duck!
I bought him in May, inspired by our weekend at the Lake in Ontario, a highlight of our visit to our daughter and grandchildren in Canada.
Mr C worked hard last week, cleaning and sorting the pool, so that it newly sparkled for a visit from Little Aussie, who happily joined the duck...
His devotion to Star Wars knows no bounds, and he sported a new pair of Havianas.
Left foot, Yoda = Good
Right foot, Darth Vader = Bad
Never too young to start thinking Philosophy...
It is October, and the Jacarandas have bloomed, casting their beautiful purpleness all over Brisbane.
Regular readers might remember that I usually show the most popular painting at the Queensland Art Gallery, 'Under the Jacaranda', 1903, by Godfrey Rivers.
Every year during the flowering season, people bring blooms into the gallery and place them before the painting, emulating the carpet of purple these trees cast on the ground below.
This year, the painting is shown in a different context.
As part of the up-coming Asia-Pacific Triennial of Contemporary Art, the Colonial Australian galleries have been given an amazing makeover.
Indigenous Australian artist Brook Andrew, of the Wiradjuri people of New South Wales, has applied a rendition of the chevron pattern that Wiradjuri people painted on their skin or carved into trees. Painted in black over the existing wall colours of three of the Galleries, this work has an amazing, almost over-powering effect.
The historical European/Australian art was then re-hung in the usual way, but the context has suddenly changed. Intermixed with this art, are six of Andrew's images comprising 'Time', an assemblage of historical imagery from diverse points of origin around the world.
The blown up image of an Indigenous Australian boy from the nineteenth century, with a Union Jack painted upon his chest, is very sobering.
One culture, laid upon another, earlier culture.
How wonderful that our Art Institutions now consider these themes, which a few years ago were unthinkable, and when Indigenous work was consigned to the Anthropological museums.
And while we think about that one, it seems that we have also displaced rather a lot of native wildlife. Some of it adapts - like our friendly lorikeets.
Other creatures stray into our backyard, to both their consternation and ours.
Yesterday I was (rather noisily) dragging a garbage bin back up our driveway after collection. I was startled by a sudden movement about two metres before me, as a large Eastern Brown snake appeared by the path, clearly irritated by the vibration I was causing, leaping and coiling about then diving into a nearby rockery. I was shaken with fright - this is the second most deadly snake in the world, and this year they are apparently more than usually active.
There have been news reports for the past few days warning people to take care.
The Eastern Brown is a very quick, nervous, snake with a short fuse.
I was going to show you an image of one, but looking at the pictures made me too nervous - eewwwww!
At the moment I am refusing to go outside to the clothesline, or to take the garbage out to the bin. I'll get over it after a while...
Ah, that's better.
Have a happy, and snake-free, week..