This is one of the strange Australian blooms.
A Callistemon. Commonly called a Bottlebrush.
This one is a dark pink but they range from white, yellow and green through to orange, pink and red.
Living in the desert it is easy to become blasè about the warmth and the heat.
Every now and then there is a scene which highlights the temperature.
The smoke rising to its self-created clouds is one hint, the second is not as noticable.
Down on the ground, to the left of the main smoke plume, is a small flash of brown rising slightly into the sky.
It is the beginning of a “Willy Willy” a wind rotation which occurs on still, hot days. They can reach a thousand metres into the air and can be quite violent at ground level.
Small tornadoes in a clear sky.
This one was not a large one, just a small hint at what could happen.
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Not much more nautical than this.
Despite the recession we are apparently suffering, the iron ore keeps on heading out of Australia to China.
This is a bulk ore ship coming into Port Hedland, yesterday morning, to pick up yet more iron for China to on-sell to the rest of the world.
The grey sky and the general haziness of the photograph is due to the smoke haze in the air.
Where did the smoke come from?
All the way from Victoria. The prevailing winds from the southerly change which turned the bushfires there into killers blew on up the east coast of Australia and then swung west across the top end. It arrived in Punmu on Wednesday night and I drove in it for 600 Km, could not see the sun except as a pale yellow orb at sunset on Thursday, flew to Perth and could not see the ground from 33,000 ft for the first hour of a two hour flight!
Those fires have been huge!
Sorry for drifting from the nautical theme but, at the moment, everything in Australia is about those fires.
Here in the desert there are very few “furries”.
Most critters are feathered, scaled or chitined.
So I went into my archives and, while I am not sure if “furry” and woolly” are the same, I couldn’t resist the querelous look on this little lamb’s face.