29 Friday Aug 2014
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My image was photographed from the castle walls looking down to Lake Bled in Slovenia. Although I was charmed by the tenacity of this plant growing from the stone wall, I was terrified at the sight of a small child perched on the same edge, with his feet dangling over sheerness.
For wonderful images celebrating this theme see
http://wheresmybackpack.com/2014/08/29/travel-theme-edge/
22 Friday Aug 2014
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Apricots at a market in Zagreb
Roof tops in Dubrovnik
Facade in Prague
Wall and roof in Warsaw
Graffiti under a bridge over the Żerański Canal
Living dangerously in Poznań
Timber fence at Gryżyna
Relaxing at Gryżyna
This post is in response to a wonderful orange post at
10 Saturday May 2014
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This theme gives me an opportunity to bridge my last few days between the Tuross River in southern NSW and the Wisła in Warsaw. I can also anticipate my imminent adventure, which will take me away from the Tuross, to the Danube and the Vltava and back to the Wisła in spring.
For other rivers and truly splendid photos, have a look at http://wheresmybackpack.com/2014/05/09/rivers/
For more photos of the winter Wisła have a look at http://fivemonthsinwarsaw.wordpress.com/tag/wisla/ (This blog is now closed.)
23 Saturday Mar 2013
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I'm reposting this March post in honour of the lyrebird to add to the bird travel theme at
http://wheresmybackpack.com/2013/12/27/travel-theme-birds/
An update: This weekend I drank my morning coffee at my occasional home with two lyrebirds preening just outside the house, one on an uninhabited ant mound and the other up a geebung, both too alert to photograph.
Recently we camped at Wollomombi on the Waterfall Way near Armidale. As we were unpitching, we heard the familiar song of a lyrebird. We walked a few paces from the campsite and there he was, practising his mating dance and song, beautifully visible through the grasses. He strutted, stomped, shimmered and displayed his tail, curved over his head and held out at its full span behind him. His song included rich bell-like noises and clicks, full throated and oblivious to our presence.
Two days later, we overnighted at Wollomombi again, and there he was in the morning, perched on a branch in full song.
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