I thought that was Singapore. Never got there. Way too hot in that part of the world for me. That month in Taiwan was enough
I can buy unintentionally creating a cream cake shaped like a vagina. But calling it âMomâs Cakeâ tells me they knew what they were doing.
The sun always shines on the better off.
Wait, so thatâs a real place? o_o
For many reasons, stuff like this doesnât exist in the US.
I can understand taco shaped food, or even taco shaped desserts. Thatâs beyond common.
If someone wants to sell tacos and call them Momâs Tacos, it probably wonât even register with me unless my inner 12-year-old is out.
If thereâs a ball of⌠something⌠at one end of the taco, I know what it looks like, but I can still write it off as an unfortunate coincidence.
But if this taco is a creampie⌠thatâs just too much.
WOW!!! thatâs nifty.
Working a nice little patch of gully forest in Beecroft today.
Lots of critters today; dragonflies in the creek bed, lorikeets in the trees, bush turkeys chasing each other around. Always nice to see the water dragons about.
âŚalthough he spooked when I got too close. You can see his head in the water centre-shot as he swims away.
This is what I spent most of the day doing; wiping down the leaves of Oxalis with sponges soaked in glyphosate. A spray wonât kill 'em unless you use really nasty stuff, and theyâre too fragile to dig up unless you tear out huge chunks of soil.
Tree ferny goodness.
Bone dry; Iâd normally be calf-deep in water standing here. Itâs gonna be a monster fire season.
More like âthe other dayâs viewâ. I mentioned in the griping thread about leaving the focus off, but thanks to the magic of Sunny 16 I was able to get enough of a DoF to make some of the shots viewable.
This neighbourhood, while not complete yet, was a rice paddy when I came here in 2013.
An interesting development (get it? get it?) in the urban sprawl here in recent years has been the private home on its own plot of land popping up instead of the apartment floor most people go for. The buildings in the distance are a good example. Each floor would have two families on it. The house in the foreground reminds me of many of the prefab suburban homes in Japan.
Ex farm. Soon to be a very busy bar and restaurant block serving the apartments that are also going up all around it.
LotteMart. I would compare it to Walmart but Iâm pretty sure the clerks are better paid here. Like back home in the strip malls of the small towns and cities, this place is the anchor business for most everything around it. The big difference between here and Canada is the zoning is largely non existent. Homes, mixed with stores, mixed with restaurants, mixed with schools. It makes city living massively convenient. Even massive cities like Seoul are walkable places.
Because of this thereâs not a single âdowntownâ to go to. Even a small city like Gunsan has a few. The main one where the expats, USAF, and college students frequent is behind the LotteMart here. If itâs not jumping for them they can go down to bar street. If they want to slum it they can go to the old town with all the grannies and sing some trot.
Not a view, but related to my other posts:
Why we does wot we does.
Iâm not sure if these are breaking the spirit of the thread or not since itâs people and not places, but here are the better results of todayâs photo walk. Iâll limit it to four photosâŚ
One of three times a from-the-hip photo has worked out for me.
As the kids here tend to do, he yelled hello in English as me and my friend were passing. I asked in Korean if I could take his picture. His mom forced him to. She was great.
A lot of times when Korean men stop you for a chat theyâre drunk as a skunk and the conversation goes into weird and uncomfortable territory pretty quickly. Thankfully this guy was just being friendly and practicing his English. I have no problem with doing this but many expats tend to hate it. Probably because of the previously mentioned drunks.
If I had a time machine Iâd properly set up this shot to keep their faces from being over exposed like this, but I was so surprised that the girls agreed to pose for me that I shot it off hastily so I wouldnât keep them from their tour of selfies. This was a reminder that Iâm not as off-puttingly Quasimodo-like as I tend to tell myself when Iâm alone at home.
Did you find the pot of gold? Look under the peahen.
Gecko goodness!
And a skinky friend.
Ridiculous amounts of leaf litter; Sydney is going to go off like a bomb once fire season hits.
Iâm surprised they let you get close enough to photograph them.
Mind you, back home in Canada getting close enough to photograph means that the moose will stomp you to death so I donât have any comparison.
These geckos are camouflage-reliant ambush predators; when you get close, they freeze. We were pulling vines next to that little dude for an hour, and he didnât budge a millimetre.
The skink, on the other hand, raced through in seconds.
Itâs walnut season in the southeastern US. Theyâve been coming down for the last month, but tapering off now. Each walnut is big, sometimes tennis-ball big, and hard. You wouldnât want to get hit with one.
These trees are amazingly prolific. What you see in the buckets is about four daysâ worth of nutfall from just two trees. Iâve already thrown five times that much off the back of the cliff. The cars get moved lest they look like theyâve been through a hailstorm. It would not be unreasonable to wear a hardhat when working in the yard, this time of year. Walking about, you hear them coming through the leaves like miniballs from a Civil War rifle, whanging off of gutters and roofing, crashing to the ground. They fall in ones and twos, which knock loose bigger clusters, all coming down with heavy thuds. Thump. Thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump-thump. A Fibonacci of walnuts.
I havenât yet ridden over one on the bicycle, but given that I ride at night, thatâs just a matter of luck. The acorns, though, are unavoidable, and the acorn crowns sound like bubble wrap under my wheels.
There are a couple of big black walnut trees in our neighborâs yard that often dump the things in ours. Itâs a nuisance to be honest. We pay a service to take care of the yard now, but trying to find them all before mowing used to be a hassle.
Walnut trees also release thujone into the soil, which inhibits the growth off many other types of plants that my wife had wanted to grow.
Yeah but conkers have uses.
The area under construction next to âThe Big 550 KTRSâ at Westport Plaza in St. Louis.
My photo doesnât really do it justice, but high-pressure water is spraying out of a valve in the pipe like itâs a firehose. They put that trash can there about 10 seconds before this shot, and it started overflowing almost immediately. Thereâs a comedy club downstairs with water flowing out of the doors into the building lobby. The guy on the ladder kept trying to get a wrench on the valve but the pressure knocks it off.
My office is on the 8th floor, but I expect theyâll have to turn off the buildingâs water supply if that area doesnât have another valve. Iâm looking forward to maybe going home from work a little earlyâŚ