Once I took photos of letters and postcards we received. Sometimes I take pics of new ones, when I’m not lazy :)))
Enjoy a collection of postcards!
Author: luka
Spring in the streets, spring at home
The most beautiful time in Australia. Giant blossoms in the Botanic gardens.
Spring in our backyard. A tree who lost it’s leaves in the autumn (left) is getting new ones.
Our friend-pet is making a nest.
Working on sunshine.
A pigeon has a girlfriend! And monstera got a new leave!
Alice in wonder… in a pond island.
Blossoms in the backyard.
Green parks.
Long evenings.
Find a creature here.
All seasons shoes on olives.
Who shouts louder
There is one shopping street. Full of people till 6PM and after that it becomes a ghost town. But not on Fridays when it’s late shopping day. And every Friday a group of some religion fanatics come here. One of them, probably the leader stands on a chair and shouts their truth. Others walk around with posters, something like: Atheists, homosexuals will burn in hell. Jesus hates sinners, muslims are dirty, etc.. They shout loud and annoying.
So one day a group of town citizens decided to make a peace parade against those called “hate speech”. They just come next to those shouters and make a big noise. Singing, whistling, beating little drums, ringing bicycle bells, just stomping. There comes a group of young punks, just to shout, Krishna friends are dancing. Somebody is trying to talk on the phone. Somebody eating a big burger. Policeman are watching everything and just chatting about the weather. One girl is sitting, all covered with glitter with a pink poster: “I like glitter, is that bad?”. Some people are just taking photos of that free circus. We walk away. A street musician is playing lyric songs. Next to him a man is walking alone shouting and I have no idea which side does he support…
The black swamp isn’t black
It was the same day when we found some cars on the road. We came to an old vinery. Old gentlemen parked their old Jaguars and went for some lunch and wine with their old ladies.
It was dry even after the rain season. Laurius and the wolf didn’t get wet feet. The wolf is possing with African (!) plants.
Mr. Eagle is looking for his prey.
Tree martin on a dead tree.
Welcome swallow. Hello swallow, nice to meet you swallow.
A swamp doesn’t look black.
Flowers and the vineyard.
Before the walk we had to register in a journal. Then they know how many tourists sank in the swamp or something. A lady here told us to beware of snakes. They enjoy first warm day after the winter, doesn’t matter that it’s windy.
Some historical railway bridge. We heard the train comming, so waited for it for about 10 minutes. Then realised that is was just the wind in pine trees.
Almost lithuanian view – a little forest. The only difference – a pine needles are very long.
Another wolf.
Some strange plants.
Picnic together with a bug.
Perfect calmness in a vinery with velvet chocolate cake, singing birds and sleeping lamas.
Willie wagtail is showing off. As always.
Our picnic place with a view of swamp.
Lama or alpaca. I’ll learn what’s the difference between them later.
After the lunch we left to the seaside.
BBQ on the roof
It was my birthday on Sunday. SO we decided to have BBQ on the roof. It was still raining in the hills, but the sun came in to the city.
Posing, of course!
Laurius is unhappy with the food mess on his shoe.
Also there were some children, soap bubbles, a cake with candles, vegetarian sausages, birthday songs in German and English. And of course – BBQ. An Australian style birthday.
City.
It gets dark and it gets cold. Still not summer.
Somewhere behind those buildings is the ocean.
