I was that guy who said few things about the un-delightful joys of club-involvement and that #SocADL should stay an informal group, tied together by our online interactivity. We don’t need regulations, acts, procedures, govt bodies telling us we need outdoor insurance and so forth. We’re Aussies: Our handshake is our word, and our spit is the bind that ensures we follow through. Right? Right? Yes, I am gabbling a bit here.
Anyhow, I wrote a tonne of notes (on my Apple Touch, both before, during and after) which I promised to transcribe to a full article to publish here. But it’s still in progress. And it won’t be what people expect. I’m quite the ‘voyeur’ when in public. I usually don’t like crowds (don’t ask, even I don’t really know why!), so I slide into the wallpaper and watch people and their interactivity. It’s often fun, particularly to add possible dialogue. Yeah, I am weird like that. So much of my article is about me sitting near a door waiting for an excuse to RUN! But I was stopped by the wonderful @CharlieRobinson whom I have met at several Plurk/FB meetings and spotted in Rundle Mall last weekend from 100metres away. (Yes, she has a smile that could stop Ghandi!) So I willingly met a lot of interesting Adelaide people, plus photographed #LeeHopkins, … heck, I’ll list them all tomorrow night with links, faces and everything!
Anyhow, as that article is in-complete: I am showing you a photograph of a ‘Bird of Paradise‘ in our front yard. As I’ve said in the description box on Flickr:
The secret to ensuring a ‘bird of paradise’ survives is to treat it harshly. This has never been watered, other than by mother nature, yet it survives and flowers every year.
FYI: It was a beautiful sunny morning when I photographed this beautiful orange flower (though it went gloomy and grey later in the day), yet I had to use the flash. It’s not a good idea to twist the head of a Bird o’Paradise. It has the same effect as twisting the head of a bird. Or so I am told. That article for #SocADL, tomorrow night, promise…