To the chagrin of many who would rather look at the river than allow others to use it, there are places where the banks are lined with moored houseboats. They are certainly not the most aesthetically pleasing watercraft, but they are a wonderful way of spending time on the river system.
I can't make up my mind whether I like this photo enough to post it. I was trying to capture the sparkle of the river, and I think I did that, but whether that makes it worth the bandwidth is another thing.
That's a jetski ripping past by the way, en route to a jetski area.
Noosa's Regional Council Office at Tewantin is the most pleasant of all the town centres, but is still suffers from that age old disease that inflicts all public buildings: The sticky taped notice in the window syndrome.
Why this happens I'm not sure, but I wish it wouldn't.
Sometimes I think people go fishing just to give themselves an excuse to wear their favourite hat.
Of course the best side of the river to fish from is the southern one, so that the sun is basking the front of one's body, but it's the most awful perspective from a photographer's point of view, looking into the light, body in shadow.... sigh, life is just hard! (OK it's not, it's a lot of fun wandering around in the sunshine!)
After "terrorising" the town, the birds all seemed to be heading to the park on the riverbank at Tewantin so I thought I'd stake them out. They were all taking refuge in the dense foliage of the fig trees, so I couldn't get a shot in clear light, but they're corellas alright.
I watched this pair preening themselves for several minutes, but they refused to move into clear light for me.
From this distance they look and sound like white cockatoos, but technically they are corellas. A particularly noisy bunch, they arrive by the dozen I have to say, and quite destructive if they feel like it, tearing apart seed pods and vegetation to get to their favourite foody bits. They seem to like chewing on bits of timber trim and arriving en masse to harass shop customers with their squawking.
This pair is having a spell on the roof tower at Woolies, Tewantin.
I wonder at the origin of wooden fish. We have one or two of our own hanging around the place, but they make no sense at all. They aren't decoys, and they don't taste at all like the sort of thing one would make a habit out of eating.
They do come in colours that seem to be ever changing to match the seasons though.