| aaand, rounding out our Victoria expedition: WOMBAT POO. This is about as close as we got to seeing actual wombats. |
The first thing you have to do when you get to Sydney is to take a picture in front of the big white opera thingy. You have to, there's a rule. |
Up close, you can see a surface "microsculpture" of tiles and their interstices. Y'know, if this building was a few orders of magnitude smaller, it could be structurally iridescent. *ahem* |
Heh heh heh. More Opera House tourist action. Work it, lads! Oh I say, good show! |
| One of the rad things about Sydney? GIANT FRUIT BATS. For REAL. Just...hanging there! Like... like mangoes, or a similar hanging fruit! |
A little Noisy Mynah from the Botanic Gardens (whence the fruitbats). His beak is all deformed! So cute! I fed him a hamburger bun. |
The ibises, on the other hand, are naturally deformed. Man, are they creepy, black leathery heads and everything. Were I an ancient Egyptian, I would totally not trust one of these things to record the weight of my wicked, wicked heart. |
Bustling downtown Sydney: out to find a stationary store, we discover W. C. Penfold & Co: The Greatest Potentially Cladist-Run Stationary Store Ever. This is painted on a HORSE-DRAWN CART. Imagine that I am making hand gestures of enthusiasm, here. |
