The standard apologies for the long time between posts, the tardiness of my response to always-appreciated comments, and for just generally being an awful human being.
I’ve been back in the Bayside suburbs of Brisbane for a couple of weeks now, and am pretty well adjusted (by my standards), though there’s been a fair deal of lonesome soul-searching…
..and I do miss the feeling of short- and longer-term purpose that a multi-week walk provides, not to mention the simple daily routine of morning coffee, walking, vending machines, convenience stores, photography, nightly beer, and eating anything I damned well please in between.
(No wonder I actually put on weight despite walking around a thousand miles in those three months in Japan…)
I also miss the constantly rewarding 88-temple photographic project, though the editing and displaying aftermath of the actual picture-making is keeping me busy, as it will for several months to come.
Meanwhile, there are occasional storms to keep me entertained back here in the subtropical Summer — including one predicted for tonight — and I’ve resumed a far saner daily walking regime.
The downside has been a return to the dark world of insomnia. I’ve been medicated for about six months now (about which I’ll talk in a forthcoming post), and a side-effect is a nightly lurch into wakefulness.
Before Japan, it was happening around 3:00am or 3:30am, but since getting home it sometimes kicks in earlier. With dawn showing its face before 5:00 right now, I sometimes surrender and hit the streets at an insanely early hour to get in some pre-sunrise walking and shooting:
Studying the light is as rewarding as ever. Rambling on the mudflats, I’m sometimes bathed in the cool blues of twilight…
..and sometimes in the fiery oranges and pinks of sunrise over Moreton Bay:
One of the downsides of my style of leisure is that I’m usually short of human subjects, so I apologise for the heavy dose of selfies I’m hitting you with in this post. Television is even worse than it was before I left, and I have to find amusement somehow.
Please join me on one of my twilight tours:
You get the picture.
Meanwhile, Halloween came and went without bloodshed but with even more commercial overkill than last year…
..and I predict that within a year or two we’ll be celebrating July 4 and Thanksgiving as well.
Oh, and it’s bush turkey nesting season! Down on the waterfront, much mess is being made of lawns and garden beds:
It’s jacaranda season, too, and there’s a fair bit of floral colour around, though I do miss the thickets of roadside cosmos that were thriving in Shikoku when I left:
Another plus of life back on dry land has been catching up, with the odd humanoid friend…
..and with certain feathered acquaintances, including the magpies and butcherbirds that drop by several times each day…
..and my magpie tribe in the park up the road.
Here’s a sample of some shots from recent visits to the gang:
It’s great for the old self-esteem to be back with this ever-enthusiastic and appreciative bunch. I read recently that scientists have “proven” that certain birds have individual personalities (“birdalities”?) — any bench-sittin’, bird-feedin’ loner could have told ’em that.
You can expect more Magpie Madness in forthcoming posts, in between flashbacks to Shikoku and samples from my pilgrimage project. I’m also planning some changes to the blog that I’ll talk about soon.
Alright, time I left the library (within the Town Hall in the jacaranda shot above) and headed home to the big Mac — nope, not the fast-food variety, the slick newish machine at my stand-up desk, where I do a few hours daily of photo editing.
But first, I believe it’s nap time.
Talk to you soon!
~ And that’s all the Goat wrote