I usually go with a
theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I have some photos I took of the kite festival at Semaphore Beach.
The festival goes over three days and I chose day one to go, but it was a disappointing day.
There weren't a lot of kites and there wasn't enough breeze to get them up in the air or keep them up for long if they did get up.
I heard later that the next two days were much better.
It isn't the same as the Kite Flying Competition held later in the year, I saw a bit of that when I lived at Semaphore, the kites then are amazing and the operators are so skilled with manouvering them.
Anyway, here are some of my photos.
First, the ones which I don't consider to be true kites. They are blow-ups, so in my eyes they are balloons, not kites.
plane and a butterfly. These blow up varieties are anchored by strings to a fixed point on the sand so aren't being "flown" as real kites are. The butterfly is not a balloon.
a pink whale,note all the strings needed to anchor it.
a pair of legs.
a very colourful fish
a green frog.
Now for what I consider to be true kites, flown by adults and children holding strings on rods or reels, running up and down the sand trying to get their kites up high and keep them there.
the designs on some of these are truly lovely. A far cry from the crossbars and brown paper with newspaper tails seen when I was a kid.
I liked this one quite a lot.
a resting butterfly.
one of the colourful kids kites. There were many junior kites in pale pastels and some were so small, being held on to by very young children, although they didn't fly very high. I enjoyed seeing so many very small kids out on the sand with their parents and kites.
careful, don't tangle the strings!
a more traditional kite shape.
this one flew quite well, several times.
another good flyer.
I liked this one, the man flying it was able to make it swoop around really well. Capturing the photo was tricky, I'd focus and the kite would swoop away...
He was a little afraid at first and hid behind the fridge for several hours, but once he came out and ate dinner, he was much more confident.
The next day, he took over the place.
I had to remove everything from the top of this chest-height tallboy, because this tiny, tiny, kitten.....
was jumping up onto this chair and then onto the tallboy. Where he would sniff around and knock things off.
By the end of the first week, I'd started wearing these when playing with him and wishing they were elbow length!
He did learn quite quickly to back off and sit down when I held my hand up, palm out in front of his face and said "no" quite firmly. Just like training a puppy.
The same tone guaranteed to stop a toddler in his tracks. Comes in handy now when I'm eating dinner and he jumps up to the table.
These next few photos have been taken on different days since Angel has been here.
that's my pyjama pants he is sleeping on.
oh the cuteness! and the purring!
who took my pants away?
hey mousie, wanna play?
ooh! there's that camera strap I like to play with.
He leaps across to the table from the top of his scratching post. That's almost a metre.
okay if I lie down here for a while?
I really like this furry grey tower. Mum doesn't spray me with the water bottle when I scratch on this.
Time for my after dinner wash. Then a nice long nap so I'm ready to play at 1am.
She puts up a selection
of six words which we then use in a short story, or a poem.
I’m hopeless at poetry
so I always do a story.
It’s a fun challenge…why
not join in?
This week's words are:
Here is my story:
Indifferent to the darkening clouds hovering low, blind to the crowds surging along the storefronts, Amelia stepped merrily from the cab.
Holding her purse in one hand, she held out her other hand to Quinto, her five year old son, thankful that today, for once, he wasn't being a brat about wearing a suit. In fact he was quite proud to be dressed "like a man, like Zach", he'd said this morning as Amelia tied his tie for him.
Stepping into the softly lit registry office, Amelia and Quinto both glanced towards the makeshift altar where Zach was waiting with a smile.
They'd met a couple of years ago at a Christmas gathering and Amelia had liked Zach immediately, then had been pleased to find he didn't dump her faster than a hot potato when he found out about Quinto.
Angel is an inside cat, so I purchased a litter tray and a bag of litter. The range to choose from is quite extensive and choosing was hard. In the end I chose a bag of clay pellets and decided to try the others and see which performed best.
The clay pellets worked well, absorbing moisture and odour, but like any litter it's messy and I need to get one of those closed in trays to contain it. As soon as the budget allows.
Next I tried a softwood litter, which I gave up on pretty quickly. A clumping type and environmentally friendly, (also claims to be flushable, which I didn't try), but not as absorbent as I would have liked. Angel always came out of the tray with damp paws and I spent a lot of time wiping up paw prints with damp paper towel and disinfectant. AND, the tiny shreds of softwood stuck to his feet and tail so got tracked all over the flat.
I still have half a bag of it and I'll empty it into the garden as mulch.
My current choice is Catsan crystals, in terms of absorbency and odour control this one is really good. There are several other brands and varieties of cat litter, but I'm not sure I'll try them all like I originally planned. The Catsan is an expensive brand, so I will try a cheaper brand of crystals to see if they are suitable.
Because I'm going to be buying this stuff for a good long while!ygah
I usually go with a
theme for my Sunday Selections and this week I'm continuing with some photos of my walk around North Adelaide.
I rounded a corner and found I'd have to walk up this not-so-steep hill. Looks almost flat doesn't it? Yet I was out of breath when I reached the top.
a lot of the properties are huge blocks of apartments with barely room for a mosquito between them, so there are these narrow access lanes for the people to be able to bring their wheelie bins to the curb from the back of the property. There are no driveways, I have to assume car access is via a common driveway at the rear of the block.
in North Adelaide, all roads lead to park lands (eventually), some like this one are sports ovals...or just flat green grass...
...others have been left with native trees and shrubs. A sound buffer between the main roads and the houses. A slice of Aussie bushland right here in the city.
still others have dog walking tracks, the sign reads dogs must be on a leash I think.
I saw a pink flowering gum tree and heard dozens of bees but couldn't spot any.
and of course the horse agistment paddock with a roll of hay waiting to be spread for the horses.
and there was this! if my memory is correct I think this is a wedding planner-wedding singer business.
Finally, a bold red gate set into a hedged fence. Every other gate in this street was dull, this one makes a statement.