Thursday, February 5, 2015

Splinters

This unnamed mountain is nestled in the bosom of Timaru's industrial hinterland.
Lurking on the other side from what I could glen from peering through the fence is a factory that seems to produce wooden posts…. a lot of wooden posts. I wonder if the power pole or the fence posts were made there, transported to far flung corners of the country only to return and stand in silence as more of their kind are peeled, chipped and heaped on to this splintery pyramid. Of course I could be wrong and it may just be some hoarder's obsessive collection.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Transport


A quick stroll around the back streets of Timaru one evening before Christmas.
Just a thought why don't we call submarines, Sinkers, and why is it a Horse Float?

Sunday, February 1, 2015

Slug

This slippery customer was spotted one night ascending the back wall. It was a good size, about 10cm.
I think it's a Yellow Cellar Slug, a nocturnal European import. Not sure why it chose to slither up that wall, it's the same wall a stick insect was seen plodding and nodding up. This is a rare time I use flash. Under most circumstances I far prefer to use the available light. I don't even own a flash flash. The light that spews from them is deeply offense to me, it has no sympathy.