Il Gato

Posted on February 26, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

Here we see a cat having a bit of an explore of the front garden of the house it inhabits, looking around with curiosity for something of which I was not aware.

This is sort of out of the testing phase of one of the new lenses and more learning how I can use it for photography.

I like the focus on the head. I think it draws attention to the cat quite well.

I do think that I let myself down by using a narrow focal length though as I think too much of the body is  out of focus.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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To Mount Dingo: Heading Home

Posted on February 26, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

About a minute later we had reached Dunphy’s Campground. There was an overwhelming sense of relief. I saw that I had missed calls from Ewe’s mum (although it may have been earlier; I can’t remember). I tried calling her back but had no luck.

We saw other people setting up camp and asked if we could get a lift back and offered to pay them. They were quite reluctant so Ewe asked if he could borrow a phone to make a call due to my lack of reception.

I lay down just off the road at the entrance to the campground whilst Ewe made the call and spoke to his mum. She told him about how she tried to call me but I didn’t call back and Ewe told her about us being in Megalong Valley.

When Ewe came back he told me that his mum was going to pick us up, but that we had to start walking out. I think I said something along the lines of “Are you serious?”.

I got up and we began walking toward the road we thought lead to the exit of the valley.

We saw some kangaroos and reached a crossroad that lead to a lot of uncertainty about where to go, but we once again chose the right road to go along.
Despite lingering uncertainty that continued after, this was confirmed once we walked past a sign that had “Welcome to Blue Mountains National Park” written on the side that was not initially visible to us.

There was a cool air as we walked along and the area was at this point nicely shaded. There were a couple of gates that we needed to open and we saw some animals due to someone running a very small farm in the area. It was a nice, refreshing change.

We ended up going uphill for a brief period and stopped at a corner. Ewe said that it would be easier for his mum to stop the car there as there was enough space, but we weren’t certain that she would be there soon, or that we were on the right road. It had been a long day and it was hard to remain confident in our choice of direction. However, we were once again shown that it was the right one when we could here the sound of Ewe’s mum’s car which was soon followed by its appearance.

Other than my thinking that I lost my phone only to unveil it shortly after, the ride back was mostly uneventful. There was a lot of gratitude directed at Ewe’s mum.

We stopped off at the Katoomba Police Station, I hobbled in and dropped off the epirb, hobbled back out and then we went back to Ewe’s mum’s place to get the rest of our stuff.

Soon we were back at the train station and then soon after that we were on a train.
Whilst we knew we were fine once we were picked up by Ewe’s mum, it probably didn’t completely sink in until we were on the train.

There wasn’t much talk on the train back. We were pretty tired. We were glad to not be going up or down a mountain.

Ewe hopped off at Central and I continued to Town Hall.

When I left the station and saw my bus, I ran for it which turned out to be unnecessary.

Other than hearing the term “boutique record store”, the rest of the trip home was not noteworthy.

—–

When I think back on the trip, I don’t think there’s anything that I would change.
It was difficult as we had accidentally prepared for a different trip without realising. We went the long way around and then had a bit of a difficult time getting out. I almost completely gave up a few times.

I can say that I would have gladly repeated the whole ordeal as it was worth every moment.

It’s been around seven months since the trip and even now it makes me think about the strength of friendship as well as how far someone can push themselves when they are determined to see something through to the end.

I don’t think I would have been confident enough to do it with anyone else other than Ewe. I could have attempted it by myself, but with Ewe I had more trust and conviction in our chances than had I done the walk with someone else.

It also makes me think about the magnificence of the Blue Mountains (and by extension, the Australian bush) and how epic (in the true sense of the word) they can be; something of which I am reminded whenever I am bush walking around that area.

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To Mount Dingo: Leaving the Bush

Posted on February 25, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

I woke up in the morning a bit sweaty and a bit off my sleeping mat. Before falling asleep I turned my sleeping bag into a blanket as it was too warm to sleep in otherwise. Despite waking up a bit sweaty and a bit off the mat I still slept fairly well. I wasn’t sure if Ewe was awake or not, but he was alert around the same time I was.

We got up and I made breakfast. The nasi goreng wasn’t as good in the morning as it had been at night, but that may have had something to do with how low on energy we were during the evening. There was a bit of packing before we ate and then shortly after finishing eating we got the remainder packed up.

Then we were on our way back. There was a bit of talk and we were a bit sore, but otherwise we were making really good progress. Ewe mentioned something about eating a mars bar (he brought a packet of mini mars bars along). I didn’t know what he was talking about, so he told me about how after waking him up in my hunt for my handkerchief and confirming that the handkerchief was important, he at one of the mars bars to spite me.

It did not take us long before we were back at the crossroad. We took a brief break before continuing. We were sore (I think I was feeling it a little more than Ewe) and the rest of the path on the way to Tarros Ladder was mostly uphill.

So on we went. Ewe was dealing better with the trek than I was, but despite my having difficulty heading back up the rock stairways and uphills I continued on as best as I could.

It was not long before we were back at Mount Derbet and heading down the path we should have taken the day prior and it was not long after that before (after another brief break at the transmission tower) that we were back at Tarros Ladder.

This was another break point for us and it was very much needed. We had been discussing about whether we’d take the alternate path around Tarros Ladder or climb it instead during our walk. We decided to climb instead.

I went first and put my hand on the first rod. I thought about it for a moment, said that I couldn’t climb up. We rested a bit more before we decided to follow the path around in order to get to Narrow Neck Plateau.

It was slow going.
At first the path seemed as though it was going to be straightforward, if a little steep in parts but it was not long before it became quite narrow and stuck to the base of the cliff face. The drop next to the path was quite steep. Parts of the cliff were undercut which allowed for safer movement, but otherwise it was a lot of cautious moving.

We continued on for a while. I was doing my best to stay calm but eventually I reached a point where I could not keep on going. The danger of the path was increasing and it was becoming more likely that where we were going was not the correct route. I told Ewe that I couldn’t go any further. He was a slight bit further ahead so he had a quick look at the path ahead and came back.

We decided to turn around.

We eventually got back to Tarros Ladder. We’d lost a lot of time along the path but we were still doing alright for time. Ewe wanted to check the southern side of Tarros Ladder to see if the path was there. When he came back he said that he couldn’t see one.

We had a bit of an issue on our hands. It felt like it was a good time to pack it in and give up. Our legs were sore and we didn’t have too much time to waste.

We decided to head to Megalong Valley and get Ewe’s mum to pick us up from there.

And so back to the crossroad we went. When we reached Mount Derbert we began following the path over but it was a little too much to do at that point. We backtracked a slight bit and decided instead to go down Little Cedar Gap.

The map we had showed that it connected to the crossroad and we figured that it would be an easier path as we had seen the start of it and what we saw was a fire trail.

The trail was easy for the most part. There were small sections near the start that involved getting around fallen trees and growth, but otherwise it was a mostly easygoing path that allowed some nice views of many trees and thick vegetation.

Once we left Little Cedar Gap and were on another fire trail, things became a little more difficult. The path was still easygoing but not as much as it was before as soon we encountered steep uphills. I began to struggle quite a lot and at a few points considered giving up. On the last steep uphill I stopped. There had been a few breaks during this part of the trek, but I really needed this one as I did not think I could keep on going. My legs and back were sore and I was thinking that it was possible that we were not going to make it out. Whilst it had crossed my mind, I was seriously considering the possibility of using the epirb.

A short back and forth with Ewe and a bit more rest lead to us continuing to trudge along. Thankfully a few minutes later we were back at the crossroad.

We kept on walking and I was feeling renewed. I’m pretty sure that Ewe was feeling the same way as we knew that we weren’t lost.

Of course stress began to seep in to fill the newly-minted void as we slowly made our way uphill along the fire trail that we were following.

There was also a a feeling of uncertainty about whether we’d taken the correct path or if we’d actually gone the wrong way. There was a sign at the crossroad that indicated the direction, but it’s easy to be uncertain when you’re tired and sore.

We reached a very small creek and I needed to take another brief break. Ewe expressed a fair bit of frustration at this which, whilst I understood was from a strong desire to be done with walking as soon as possible, was not appreciated. I was in a fair bit of pain at this point and needed a long break but could only afford a short one for if I were to stop and rest for long enough, I probably would have stayed.

We continued on and kept going upward along the fire trail. Eventually the path leveled out and there were some signs around, but few of them indicated where Dunphy’s Campground (in Megalong Valley and where the fire trail ended) was located. Still, we kept going and soon we found we were on the right path when we saw someone else.

We spoke briefly with them and they indicated that there was something nearby.
We were on a downhill at this point and moving a bit faster than before, perhaps out of a desire to be done with the walk.

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A Pod of Pelicans

Posted on February 24, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

Here’s some photos taken on Wednesday during the recent field trip to Smiths Lake.

They were hanging around two fishermen. They could have been waiting for some spare food, or they could have been there due to a high concentration of fish. I’m not sure.

In a way, these pelicans appear to be just “A Face in the Crowd” among themselves.

I like their formation in each of these photos as I think that they have a good spread.

I also like that they (mostly) seem to follow each other.

This is my submission into The Daily Post‘s photo challenge for this week.

I hope you enjoy.

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To Mount Dingo: A Night at Mobbs Swamp

Posted on February 24, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

DISCLAMER: The following text contains drug use. If this is something you are averse to, then it may be best to not read this section and skip to the next one.

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I pulled out the joint, lit it, took a puff and passed it to Ewe.

We were mellowing out at this point. It was nice and relaxing but I didn’t feel stoned.

“Yeah, I’m not going to wear pants too”, said Ewe in a matter-of-fact tone.

It took me a moment to work out what Ewe meant.
It clicked when he quickly followed up with “Continuing from the conversation earlier. Wow. That sounds really bad out of context”.

There was more laughing, then a bit of quiet whilst staring into the fire.
We kept passing the joint between each other, slowly whittling it away whilst the natural sounds of nature continued their soundtrack around us.

Ewe offered some paw paw cream as it had been a few hours since we last applied some and, probably due to not hydrating enough, our lips were dry.

I took the offer, he told me not to eat it (as I had accidentally done so earlier in the day), and in my attempt to put it on my lips I ended up smearing it both on my lips and the area around them. I also ended up licking a good part of it off of my face.

After a while, I asked Ewe if he wanted to finish off the last of the joint. There wasn’t much left and it was getting cold enough to warrant getting into the tent to sleep. I also figured that I’d had enough of the joint at that point.

Ewe responded with “Wait a minute”, then used the lighter to check the joint.

There was still half of it remaining.

We decided to go to sleep as it was getting late into the evening.

The fire was dying but we wanted to make sure it was out before we went into the tent, so I picked up a bottle of water and started pouring it over the shrinking flames, as well as the large log we had in the fire that was still burning.

That dealt with most of it and there was still some water to spare. We then began stamping out anything that was remaining which was just embers.

There were some that kept on flaring up so we had to keep on stamping and smearing them out.

Once we were done, we rolled the log over to see if there were any more embers. There were, so we then worked on putting on those ones.

We saw a few more flare up, so there was more stamping.
We then rolled the log over again just to make sure and once again there were more embers to put out.

When it began to look like there were no embers left we switched off the torches.

There were more embers on the log.

We put those ones out, then rolled the log over again and found more embers.
When the torches were off, they stared back at us like bright eyes in the night, letting us shoo them away only to reappear elsewhere.

I was getting worried about the chance of one of those embers flaring up and leaving to the fire starting again, possibly growing out of control and burning down the bush around us. Of course this feeling passed.

“Hey man, can I clarify something?” I said to Ewe.

“What is it?”

“So we’ve been stomping on this log for ten minutes to put out the fire”.

“Yeah.”

“We’re really stoned”.

“…Let’s go into the tent”.

And with that, we quickly made our way into the tent.

So it was now time to go to sleep and Ewe was having trouble with his sleeping bag in that he unzipped it and then couldn’t zip it back up. He asked for my help and then I attempted to help him out.

As I moved a zip, I would discover another zip. I kept on finding more and more zips after struggling to move one further than as far as it could move. The more I worked, the more zippers were revealed.

I was growing tired of not being able to zip up the sleeping bag due to all the zippers that kept on appearing, so I turned on my torch to work out what was going on and quickly solved the issue when I saw that there was only two / three zippers to zip.

Ewe got into his sleeping bag, turned around and lay down. I got into mine and also lay down.

With the torch off we talked for a little bit before I felt the need to go to the bathroom, which lead to me saying as such. This lead to Ewe and I needing to get out of the tent (partly due to needing to go outside and do my business, partly due to needing to get out of the tent due to being unable to handle being in the tent).

Ewe was fumbling about for a short bit and I asked him what was going on. He said that he couldn’t find the way out. I told him where the door was and Ewe searched for the zipper to open the door. After another short period of time and growing tension, Ewe finally got the zipper open and the internal fly screen was open.

I got up at this point and it was not long before the tent door was open and we were once more outside. It was cold and all that there was around us was the dark of the night.

I went to the bathroom and then went back inside as quickly as possible as it was a little too cold for me to be outside in my underpants.

Ewe was back in soon enough and then partly zipped the tent door back. I told him to zip it further.

There was a bit of a back and forth regarding how open the tent door should be but it wasn’t long before we reached a comfortable position.

We went back to attempting to get to sleep. I would do my best to try and get to sleep but I would start talking after some silence. Ewe was quite curt in his responses and it was clear that he just wanted to sleep at this point.

I tried to calm myself down by breathing slowly and deeply, but this made me laugh very quickly. Still, it helped to an extent and I found myself calming down. There was a slight bit of fear that something was going to happen to us as there were some sounds outside that I could not completely discern the source of, but otherwise I was becoming more relaxed.

However, despite my moving into a more relaxed state, I found that I needed to blow it as it felt like it was going to start running. Perhaps it was the cold.

I fumbled around with my hand but I was unable to feel anything that felt like my handkerchief, so I searched for a torch.

One of the torches that we had is also the front light for my bike. It works well as a torch but sometimes I think it’s a bit too bright on the highest setting due to it being four-hundred-and-fifty lumens. This was something that I reminded myself of when I found it, switched it on and moved the light around randomly, shining it right into my face and all over the tent.

I shined it into Ewe’s face as well, which was revealed to me when he said in an angry and frustrated tone “What are you doing?”.

“I’m looking for my hanky.”

“Well is it really that important?”

“Yes.”

Ewe then mumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out and still sounded angry. I soon found my handkerchief, switched off the torch, blew my nose and went to sleep.

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Soft Sunset Over Blackwattle Bay Apartments

Posted on February 23, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

Another test shot.

I like how the colours quickly and smoothly fade away over these apartments, as well as how lacking in detail the apartments appear.

It almost seems as though the clouds are coming from one particular point just out of frame.

I think that there’s something calming about this photo, although I cannot quite put my finger on what it would be.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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To Mount Dingo: To Mobbs Swamp

Posted on February 23, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

Most of this part of the walk back to Mobbs Swamp was done in the dark. It wasn’t long before the second torch came out. However, we didn’t slow down. We wanted to get the tent set up and have food. We wanted to rest.

The torches only provided a small amount of visibility compared to the dark that was around us, but it was more than enough for us to know that we were on the right path.

My left ankle decided that the walk was not challenging enough and decided that I should roll it in order to make sure that the walk was more difficult.

Realising that rolling it didn’t slow me down, my ankle decided to let me roll it once more, about fifteen minutes after the first one.

It hurt a lot more the second time, but it didn’t slow me down for too long. I was determined to get back to Mobbs Swamp as quickly as possible. I told Ewe that I’d address the injury once we had set up the tent.

A few minutes later my right knee decided that it needed to join in on the fun and went right into a log that I was going over. It hurt but, like small limp that I had for a few more minutes it did not slow me down for too long.

I kept on saying that we weren’t far. I think I was trying to convince myself more than I was trying to reassure Ewe. Of course, every time I said that we were X minutes away, I was wrong.

We began to hear sounds around us, mostly those of heavy things sounding like rocks dropping onto the ground. When we heard this we stopped and tried to locate the source. We couldn’t find it so we kept on moving, trying to remain brisk in our pace.

I’m not sure as to how long we had been walking, but we did eventually reach Mobbs Swamp in one piece. I’m pretty sure that both Ewe and I were ecstatic, but at the same time we weren’t really celebrating as we still had a bit to do before we could rest.

We looked for a good spot to set up the tent. It didn’t take too long, probably because we weren’t overly picky. We just wanted sure that we were near the camp fire, which was not an issue as there was plenty of open space for us to choose from.

We picked a slight incline.

Despite the dark we moved quickly but we did not work efficiently. I was a little sick in my mouth at one point, possibly from over-exertion with not enough water. There was a little bit of grouchiness. Trying to make sure that there was enough light was difficult. We managed to find a place to put one of the torches that allowed some light on the area we were working, but it did not help too much.

At one point I talked about how I was going to sleep in my underpants due to having a really warm sleeping bag. It was one of those pointless things to say.
Ewe said he was going to sleep clothed.
That whole conversation was pretty pointless. I think I wanted to be done with the whole situation we were in because at that point I really wanted to stop doing stuff for a while but the desire to make sure that we didn’t have to do anything later that may have required some effort kept me going. That combined with the fatigue kind of lead to the conversation being a little more pointless than it usually would be between us.

The tent itself was frustrating to put together, partly because of the darkness preventing us from clearly seeing what we were doing and partly because the pegs would come out of the ground and us not doing everything correctly, causing us to have to go back and redo some of the tent. There was also the feeling of fatigue which did not work in our favour.

Eventually we were successful. It was a relief as we had been working for a long time in the dark and knew that we didn’t have much time to be awake before we had to go to sleep, but we were glad the tent was done as it meant we could at least relax a little at this point.

It was around six o’clock.

Ewe went to get firewood for the campfire and I began to move things into the tent whilst also getting bedding and the portable stove ready.

We soon had a fire and the portable stove going. It was probably more of a sense of relief at that point as it really meant that there was very little for us to deal with for the rest of the night. Boiled water was being mixed with freeze-dried nasi goreng which helped fill us up and I was lazily stretching my left ankle. The fire was helping to keep us a little warm and we didn’t have to worry too much about the wind or the cold as it wasn’t as cold as we thought it was going to be.

We ate, we talked and we relaxed.
It felt really good to be there, knowing that we weren’t walking for the rest of the evening.

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Silver Gull Floating

Posted on February 22, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

Another photo where I played around with the processing a bit.

To me, it almost looks as though the silver gull is not floating on water, but just floating there.

I think that the way it has its foot is pretty interesting.

I hope you enjoy.

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To Mount Dingo: The Base of Splendour Rock and Heading Down

Posted on February 22, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

We kept on going when Ewe cramped up hard. Although he had a slight cramp earlier, this one forced him to stop walking. It wasn’t the worst thing that could have happened, but as we were on a steep incline, the sun was setting and the fatigue was beginning to be felt, it was rather tense.

It was a good thing that we still had a fair bit of water.

I got a bit of water with a hydration tablet thrown in into Ewe and we rested until Ewe was ready to move once more.

So we kept on going. Ewe kept water readily available so as to not cramp up again whilst I took occasional drinks myself. We’d see a bit more sky at parts, but the ascent just seemed to keep on going.

I’m not sure as to whether I could see it in Ewe or whether it was myself that was going to break, but there came a point where I felt that there needed to be a motivator to keep on going as it felt like we were going to give up otherwise.

“I have the joint!”

Ewe asked for clarification so I told him again.

Leading up to this trip there was a plan to have a joint once we were at the top. I flip-flopped on the idea a number of times as, whilst I was for the idea, I was done with pot. I had been done with it for a while and whilst I had had some a few weeks prior to the trek, I really did not want to have more. It was in my past and that’s where I wanted to leave it as whilst I had some fun times with pot, there were plenty of negatives attached to many of those times.

Eventually I decided to bring a joint along but I decided that I’d tell Ewe that I didn’t have it and, when we were around a camp fire (or the camping stove) I’d pull it out, light it on the flame and then have a quick puff like it was the most normal thing in the world before passing it to Ewe.

We were somewhere on a mountain following a path that did not seem like it was going to end. I felt that we needed the motivator.

He told me that I had him convinced that I didn’t have the joint.
It was at that point when the shroud of fatigue was able to be cast off and we suddenly found an energy within ourselves to keep on going.

We made good pace at that point, being deft in our steps as we kept on going. The weight of our packs did not feel as though it was anchoring us down.

Soon we reached the end of the path.

We had reached the base of Splendour Rock.

There was still enough light for us to see everything clearly. We took off our packs and began to work out where the path continued.

There was an arrow that had been etched into a rock pointing upward and to the left. Ewe thought it might mean that we have to climb. I thought it might be the case as well, but at the same time I thought it might mean to go around. I went past the arrow, but the path ended. I checked the opposite end but it was the same. Ewe went up to check the path.

As we had been going up, the winds had been getting stronger. At this point, whilst they weren’t as strong as the winds when I had made my attempt last year, they were still strong enough to not make being there feel safe.

I watched as Ewe followed the path. When he was coming back he said that the path continued and widened out a bit and that it looked like it went to the top. We deliberated on whether we should continue.

We decided to go back down.

Part of the reason was that the path further on was, in Ewe’s words, “sketchy” at parts; mainly right near the beginning with a few other parts a little further on from what he saw.

We also weren’t sure as to how much farther we had to go. We knew that we were pretty close, but we also knew that we did not have much more light to work with and didn’t want to set up our tent in the dark.

That, combined with the path not appearing to be too safe and the winds increasing the danger (which it helped to reinforce as it lifted some loose dirt and helped it become airborne, carrying it away from us whilst Ewe was still on the upper path) helped reinforce our decision as being what we considered the best one to make.

Ewe said that we made it and that it didn’t matter if we went further because we were on Mount Dingo and he was right. We had gone the long way and still managed to make it before dark. It was a few hours later than anticipated, but we were where we set out to reach.

After a few quick shots we began making our way back down the side of Mount Dingo.

There was some pressure as we were working with little time to get to Mobbs Swamp before dark. We managed to move at a quick pace, but we did take the descent carefully as, whilst we did have to get down quickly there was risk of injury due to the steepness of the path.

There were a few parts where I slowly made my way down by sliding on my rear. I felt it was the safest way to get down in some parts. Ewe remained on only his feet for most of the descent.

Sliding down turned out to not be the best thing for me to do.
Whilst I was sliding, my camera bag turned onto one of its sides as it was on the ground due to my having too much length in my strap.

My camera then came out and began to roll down Mount Dingo.

“MY CAMERA!”, I yelled.

I watched it roll down, thought of the cost that would be involved to repair it if I didn’t have to buy a new one outright. I thought of what I would do whilst I would not have a camera as I was unable to afford the cost of a new one. I had that camera since 2011. It had survived going into the bush with me a few times, survived rain in Japan, survived humidity, salt water, fresh water, being dropped, being handled poorly. It had been by my side for a long time and now I was watching it make its way down the side of Mount Dingo.

Ewe was ahead. When he heard me he turned his head and watched the camera roll past him. Later on he told me that he didn’t stick his foot out because he thought it might make the situation worse as my camera was rolling pretty fast.

It stopped about ten to fifteen metres away from me. I got up and quickly went to it to assess the damage.

There was a bit of dirt on it from the rolling and part of the lens was damaged, but it was to outside parts.

My camera came out fairly fine. It was not working and it seemed as though no dirt got into the body.

We continued on our way.

We were still making our way down when I felt the need to begin using one of the torches that I had brought for the trek as whilst there was still a fair bit of light it was getting too dark to see enough of the ground. Thankfully the path was not as steep at this point so the descent became much easier.

Once we were back on flatter ground we began to move much faster. I thought that I had a good idea of how much longer it would take us to get back to Mobbs Swamp and I was somewhat-confident of getting back before it was completely dark. The path was easy to navigate and, despite some steep parts was very straightforward. However, we were not fast enough.

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Goanna

Posted on February 21, 2018 by Stupidity Hole

I was walking through Mount Kuring-Gai a few weeks ago with a work colleague when we saw the goanna in these photos.

I took the opportunity to get a few shots.

These are pretty strong lizards. They have some beautiful colouring on them and can be quite dangerous.

The last shot is of a different goanna that we saw later on in the walk. I think that it gives a good idea of their size.

This is my submission into Leanne Cole‘s Monochrome Madness for this week.

I strongly recommend checking it out to see what other people have submitted, as well as checking out Leanne’s work outside of M.M.

I also recommend submitting and being part of M.M. It’s a fun, community-driven event.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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