Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim, of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files.
Huge thanks to Cie who gave me this wonderful Sunday Selections image.
The meme was then continued by River at Drifting through life. Sadly she has now stepped aside (though she will join us some weeks), and I have accepted the mantle.
The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent. Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to me. Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen.
I usually run with a theme. I have mentioned before that I am a creature of habit (some good, some less so). After the Out of The Shadows walk I had two options open to me. I could go to the scheduled breakfast, talk with some of the other participants and almost certainly get a lift into town (a couple of miles away) or I could walk some more.
No prizes for guessing that I walked. Food is a bit of an issue at the moment (new medication means I spend a lot of time feeling unwell) AND I was all peopled out and needed time alone in my head to process the morning.
So again, come walk with me.
I really liked seeing the Eastern (on the left) and the Crimson Rosellas side by side.
The Balcony Angels made me smile too.
It is a hotel now, but I suspect it was previously a home for a wealthy family.
This house is a bit run-down - but retains a lot of charm.
The Buddha on the garage roof was at this Bed and Breakfast. The rosemary bush smelt lovely too.
A stylish gate.
I was nearly at the city when I spotted this quite modest church. I think that it had also been a family home once.
Lots of work in the city, as always. I suspect that the finished product will look 'all the same', though they aren't 'little' boxes.
On bus the first, heading over the bridge. The row of blossom trees are Manchurian Pears - and they look lovely in Autumn too.
This construction site is at the interchange where I changed buses. Not the most obvious spot for a luxury hotel.
More walking. Close to home, which is just as well as the uphillness (which should be a word if it isn't) was getting a bit much.
Some of the daffodils the vandal birds have left us - though they shredded all the anemones in this bed.
I was greeted by the king parrots and my dressing gown clad partner at the front door. It was still early, but I had romped in my 10000 steps for the day. I was glad to be home too.