Sunday Selections #430

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.
 
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.  This week?  Snippets.   Snippets of colour.

I never, ever tire of the sky. 

 

A very nearly full moon.

 

Or the garden.  We have had a very, very warm autumn so far.  However, the other morning we had a teensy weensy frost, and I was pleased to welcome frost flowers again.

The autumn colours are a joy.

This is a weigela.

The liquid amber (known to the Americans as a sweet gum) is a joy, though the seed pods are truly vicious if one treads on them.

Forgive me, but I am obsessed with the tree dahlias at the moment.  Our warm autumn has meant that they are blooming better than I have ever seen them.

  See how much taller than the neighbour's carport they are?

And just a few more garden shots now...

 

The anenome is for Joanne Noragon.  It is the first of the (literally) hundreds which I hope will survive the cockatoos and brighten the garden.

I hope your week is bright and beautiful.

Sunday Selections #426

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.
 
The meme was then continued by River at Drifting through life.  Sadly she has now stepped aside, and I have accepted the mantle.She has said that she will post her selections from time to time, and I look forward to seeing them.

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. This week I am being a tad self indulgent and focussing on snippets from my life.

I head in to do my shifts at Lifeline early.

 A colourful dawn is always an excellent start.

I smiled seeing one of Enlighten's jellyfish blooming in the city too.

 I don't think I have ever seen a mural being painted before.  I couldn't see what it is, and will try and take a photo of the completed mural when next I go into town.

Then to a bizarre co-incidence.  Our car is now seven years old.  At least.

When we got back to the car after doing our groceries this week we noticed that the car next to ours had a number plate which is only separated by one digit from ours.  What are the chances of that?


Another shopping centre.

I adore bearded ravens but this one didn't look at all impressed at having its photo taken.


Then to a What the ??? moment.
The kitty litter we usually use has been unavailable for a little while (a pricing dispute between the manufacturer and the supermarket).  So we bought a different brand.  After we got home I read the back of the packet.

I know we are constantly advised to eat more fibre, but they cannot seriously think that people are turning to kitty litter as a source.

I am going to finish on a subject which peeves me.   Our city has just acquired light rail for a limited area.  The entire bus network has been revamped to co-incide with the start date.  I don't drive.  I rely on the bus service if I am travelling early, to places which don't interest himself or when he is otherwise occupied.  The people who redesigned the bus network very, very obviously NEVER travel by bus.  

In one example.  On Friday the local hospital was one stop away from me (less than 15 minutes away).  From tomorrow if I want to go to the hospital by bus I can either walk a kilometre to a different stop and take not one but two buses to reach the hospital or I can go to the current stop, take a bus which meanders through the suburbs on a forty minute trip to a city centre, transfer buses to get to a different city centre and change buses yet again to get to the hospital. 

When I saw this on a seat at the bus stop I smiled wryly in agreement.

I should add that the complaints are loud and long across the city.  School children no longer have dedicated bus routes and it was suggested that it was appropriate for seven year olds to cycle through the city centre to get to school.  Retirement homes have lost their bus stops, the street behind me has lost ALL of its bus stops, and the transport minister continues to assert that we are 'better connected'.  I am waiting for her response to my letter of complaint.