This little community is a pretty magical place. There are still strong ties to traditional culture despite over a hundred years of forced assimilation. The photo above is a detail from a series of murals painted by kids at the local school. This small part of a larger painting depicts what life was like before the white fella came.
I took a few photos along the river again. Someone is going to complain that I keep posting the same views. I probably should try some thing different this weekend.
You would have seen the yacht in this post a few days ago. At least I’m pretty sure that’s it. We don’t have many vessels in the river.
It has been raining heavy again. We had a break today, but I doubt that will last long. Our driveway/track became a small creek again:
I decided that I needed to hassle the geckos again. These two were arguing over territory (I flipped the pic upside down, because it was disorientating):
This one had grabbed a spider and was caught as it spun around to hide behind some cover. See how his pads have flipped right back?:
The Orange-banded snake popped in one night to say hello. I coaxed it away from inside, rather than have it curl up at my feet. I think I got this shot at the worst moment for this type of snake. The Orange band almost looks part of the leaf:
Oh, and I saw this little spider that had been hit by a couple of raindrops. I love their eyes: