We went down to the lake to see the autumn moon over the water. The moon is the largest it has been for 18 years and it will take another 18 before it will be so clear and large again. It was beautiful down there. The crickets chirred and shadowy black swans were asleep on the water.
I'm no good at night photography and forgot about pictures anyway until just before we left, so these really don't show the moon we saw.
I've been to the Begonia festival every year I've been in Ballarat and it never fails to make me happy. The conservatory is warm and peaceful, full of outrageously over-the-top flowers and their admirers.
No noise, quiet conversation. Many, many cameras.
When the sunlight falls on them, the flowers glow.
The flowers are huge - they need wire supports to hold their heads up properly.
The first year I was very superior and I didn't think I'd stay long looking at hot house flowers, but I was charmed by the work and love that goes into this three day extravaganza and by the pleasure it gives.
I live in Ballarat, an old goldfields town, in the central west of Victoria, but southerly in relation to the world. I love Chinese architecture, the post-goldfields towns and countryside of central Victoria, and I love the practice and the art of history. This year I'm beginning a research project on Ballarat in the 1870s.