Today was a busy day, with barely time to take photographs let alone thinking about making them “good” or “interesting”. I helped run a day of professional learning for about 20 teachers, and I had an evening rehearsal with Loose Canon (this is usually held on Thursday nights, but we needed to change this week (and fortunately we had only small plans for Scouts which didn’t require me)). As it happens I took 50 photos, but I culled 37 of them … and the remaining 13 aren’t particularly good either … but they do go some way to recording the day.
The 13th photo — at right — didn’t really have anything to do with today as such, but I just wanted to document the sad fact that Norman and Edna, the two tawny frogmouths who used to reside in one of the trees outside my work building, are not in their tree. In my first year here, they left in October or so and returned on Valentine’s Day. Last year they left at about the same time, but so far they haven’t come back. I hope they have found a better tree, because I have to admit I was rather surprised to find them in this particular not-as-inducive-to-effective-camouflage non-native specimen.
I miss them, however.
The remaining twelve 12 of 12 photos can be found here.
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