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I was stalking the swans and not looking at my feet. Suddenly I found them slipping away from under me and the next minute sitting in the middle of these sticky globules. There were heaps of them ... what are they?
That's the life of a Paparazzo Joan! I can't help you with the globules but was it a soft landing.? They look like leaves.of some type of vine but it's not a vine!!
Wonderful provided you are not sitting in the middle of them. And very sticky ... I had green globules all down the back of my trousers ... but I have to say I did find the whole incident funny.
We passed through Bakers Swamp without noticing anything. Then reached our last dot on the map for this trip - Larras Lee and saw this. The roadside monument says: In Memory of WILLIAM LEE (1794 - 1870) of "Larras Lake" a pioneer of the sheep and cattle industry and first member for Roxburgh under responsible government (1856 - 1859). This stone was erected by his descendants. --- 1938 --- This is a repost from a few days ago. Thinking I would use this for this week’s Taphophile Tragics post I dug a little further into William Lee’s story, it’s a very colonial Australian one. William was born of convict parents, living his childhood years around the Sydney region. In his early 20s he was issued with some government cattle, recommended as a suitable settler and granted 134 acres at Kelso near Bathurst. He was one of the first in the area and did well. A few years later he was granted a ram and an inc...
Our last stop on this trip was to see if there was anything left of an old town once called Frying Pan which was later renamed Yetholme. I knew Yetholme to be a roadhouse on the highway near the pine forests and didn't expect to find anything but again I was wrong. There was a lovely little settlement with homes, a neat community hall and a church still in use. The perfect spot for the creatively inspired. Apparently it was a tourist town back in the early 1900s and in more recent years was bypassed by the Great Western Highway leaving it to settle into its pleasant tranquil existence, hidden from the travellers speeding by. I remembered it is Tuesday so have added a supplementary photo to participate in Taphophile Tragics this week. This is St Paul's Anglican Church in Yetholme. The burials in the church yard date from the 1873 to the present day. You can see a little more of Yetholme over at 100 Towns.
That's the life of a Paparazzo Joan! I can't help you with the globules but was it a soft landing.?
ReplyDeleteThey look like leaves.of some type of vine but it's not a vine!!
Seeds some kind, like the fruits of the grass?
ReplyDeleteEwwww.
ReplyDeleteSnails' eggs?
Frog spawn???
ReplyDeleteDefinitely aliens. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI hope you haven't made them mad.
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Well if they are snails, frogs, or aliens I would not want to meet them cos there was a lot of the stuff and they would have to be pretty big.
ReplyDeleteDefinitely not fruit, they were suspended in some gooey goop. It was near a bar so I thought it might be the the balls from asian pearl milk tea.
I wasn't tasting to see what they were made of.
Amazing! These look like frog eggs! :-)
ReplyDelete" Asian pearl milk tea' ... whaaaaaa?
ReplyDeleteI am with the others: frog eggs! ;-)
ReplyDeleteBut really, they look wonderful, don't they?
Bubble tea ... grin.
Wonderful provided you are not sitting in the middle of them. And very sticky ... I had green globules all down the back of my trousers ... but I have to say I did find the whole incident funny.
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