Hey, so, it’s my blog and one of the biggest kicks it gives me is coming up with the post titles. I’m aware that “dragon” and “trilogy” are encroaching on fantasy novel territory, but there’s more than a touch of fantasy in this post (and the two follow-ups).
(Plus I’m kinda hoping the post titles will turn up in occasional Google searches by fans of fantasy literature: folks feeding their love of all things Dragonslayer, Dragonlord, Dragon Hunter, Dragonpanties et al…)
But the post itself: I’ve been so overwhelmed lately with a) general living and all its uncertainties and b) keeping my head above the constantly rising floodwaters of photos and post ideas (I have a dozen or more in mind at any point) that sometimes un- or partially edited pictures and post material get left behind and one day I come across stuff that’s relatively old, swamped by weeks of other stuff, forgotten.
The other day I discovered photos from three excursions to Brisbane’s Roma Street Parkland: January 10, August 8 and August 28 this year. The park, which adjoins one of the major city train stations, is, along with the old botanic gardens, my favourite place to wander in the city.
I’ve seen it evolve from a stretch of dusty wasteland and railway goods yard below hillside Albert Park — I’d slump, or trudge, or skulk (depending on the day) through it sometimes, on my way to high school way back in the faded-polaroid 70s — to the vibrant haven of horticulturally superb subtropical gardens, lawns and water features it is today.
I dig wasting a few hours there, wandering, checking out the plants, taking my shoes off in the shade but especially hanging with the water dragons. These big, beautiful lizards, a single species divided into two subspecies, of which the eastern water dragon is the local variety, are gasp-inducing for those humans enjoying first-time encounters, and still cool even when you’re used to them.
Well, you never really get used to them. They blow my mind anew each time, actually, and just when I’m starting to take them for granted I’ll see a tourist shriek and jump a metre or two backwards in fright, and I feel again that special glow of affinity tinged with antipodean pride.
These dragons are suburban saurians of convenient size, bristling with undeniable personality, and they thrive at Roma Street, no doubt in large part because they’re safe there and there’s no shortage of water — says noted authority Professor Wikipedia, they are able to swim totally submerged, and rest on the bottom of shallow creeks or lakes for up to 90 minutes, to avoid detection.
I talked about the Roma Street dragons a few years back if you’re interested. This time I’ve put together a little trilogy, pretentious though that might sound, built not so much around the dates but the themes that emerged. I’ll keep ’em heavy on pictures, light on words.
There’s a bit of horticulture, but the stars of the series are obvious.
Here Be Eastern Water Dragons…
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote