I’m not even going to explain this shot.

Suffice to say, I found it amongst some old shots and I have no idea where, when or why it was taken.

How odd is that?

But I do know what it is - - -

The fading evening light is best viewed from the darkness within the Melaleuca forest.

Another Alex Barnaby tale, this time based around the Stock Car world of on/off lover, Max Hooker. Lightly technical stuff is dispensed as the excuse for a plot which is enlivened by several deceased characters, the threat of deceasement (Why not? I haven’t invented a new word for days!) to the heroes and heroines and many chases in and around Miami.

The baddies are bad, the goodies are good and the goodies win, as they should.

Hooker is totally incorrigible. “Hooker kissed me, and somehow, when I wasn’t paying attention, his hand had wandered to my breast. Turns out race-car drivers also aren’t good with no. No isn’t a word they entirely comprehend.”

Evanovich is still light, trite, full of commas and very fluffy but her books are a fun way to spend an hour or two.

As an official Friend of Charles Darwin, this post from ICHC was essential repost material.

Always fast as they chase insects or escape from larger predators, these little guys only slow down when they need to warm up on a nice sunny wall.

A man sat down at a restaurant and looked at the menu. He told the waiter, “I think I will have the turtle soup.”

The waiter left, but the man changed his mind to pea soup.

He yelled to the waiter, “Hold the turtle; make it pea.”

Q: Why are seagulls called seagulls?

A: Because if they flew over the bay, they’d be called bagels.

Q: Did you hear about the new Chinese hit single?

A: I’m justa WOKing the dog.

I was walking through Bunbury the other day when I spotted this rare White-Flowered Pine.

These flowers are quite unusual in that they are free moving, sometimes leaving the tree for extended periods of time.

Sometimes they are called a “Corella” and are often mistaken for members of the parrot family.

This is a mean trick!

I only have about 25,000 images to go through to find one for this week’s hunt.

Wandering through my digital collection, almost at random, I found a shot which, while I didn’t shoot it myself, I am at least in the frame, and it was my camera.

As many of you know I have spent much of the past six years in the desert. Beside a giant, normally dry, salt lake. In a small community which could become claustrophobic after a month or two.

Sometimes, of an evening, it was necessary to get away. One of my ways of escaping was to play golf.

Drive about ten bright pink balls 200 metres out into the lake and then, six iron in hand, walk around chipping them back to where I had begun.

The surface I am standing on is a thin layer of common salt (NaCl) which stretches for about three kilometres in front of me, this being just a narrow bay in a lake which covers over a thousand square kilometres.

Yet another tale in the Dan Brown “Da Vinci” style. The biggest threat to Christianity in its history, yet another villain with unbelievable motives, particularly gruesome murders and innocents abroad. Oh yes, and two heroes who save the day. No wonder Clive Cussler said nice things about the novel.

Longish at 600 pages this is still readable, if only because the temptation to find out the “Why” is almost irresistible. The writing is competent and the plotting is meticulous yet there is an ultimate dissatisfication with the over all effect. The uninspired work of Dan Brown has a lot to answer for!

Should you be an un-repentant Dan Brown fan or a dedicated follower of Dirk Pitt, this is an excellent read. The testosterone is poured onto every page.