The other day I went for a walk to one of my favourite places to walk around our neighbourhood ... the Andersons Bay inlet.
I appreciated the bright mossy greens against the dark grey basalt walls and steps.
The limestone of old shells embedded ino the rocks also caught my eye.
The ice plant was looking particularly 'pretty in pink' showing off its new spring flowers.
This old seed-head has weathered the winter to shine like a dead star among the new green.
The old wall that holds the Bayfield Park up and away from the inlet's encroach, has a certain ramshackle, rough beauty.
As I wandered along the edges of the inlet a low tide, taking the photos and sitting a while on the old steps and huge slabs of concrete, seemingly flung there by some bored ogre, I could hear the distress of the local residents - this pair of paradise ducks (the female is the one with the white neck).
She would call to him, two high honks of warning (that I was approaching) and they would swim farther away, keeping a certain distance between them and myself. He would answer with one, low, disinterested 'whatever' honk, and continue to feed, hardly ever lifting his head at all. He seemed bored and under-whelmed by all her female fuss. He obviously felt there were more more urgent matters to attend to; an empty gizzard to fill for example.