Mid-winter, humidity at 90% plus. Still haven’t broken out the jumper. Happy Days!
Steam pouring off a nearby Chemtrail Processing Plant. Well, it’s got to be made somewhere before it’s packed into jets and dumped over the country to control ‘the sheeple’ :
Clouds in the morning, and fire in the evening. Mid-winter burn off going well south of Tannum Sands:
A cracking video of the sunrise over the harbour taken by my mate Pete:
Kite flying over our home:
Here’s ‘a thing’, a Trump fishing lure. I don’t even want to think about what it’s supposed to catch:
I don’t recall seeing these in any Gladstone home, ever:
Stolen from Substack
Were you born on a flagpole?! Hold the torch still!
I have some questions re: the next two photos, the first is ‘Why?!’:
A bit of nostalgia popped up from a simpler time:
Get it right!
These things were rare, but went hard (just not round corners too well!)
And now, back to the present. We’re going to look back at this particular period of time and shake our heads:
Hey, thanks for joining us, see you on Sunday!
Cheers,
Gb