The Bush

Mystery Photo – what is this woman doing??

WE HAVE A WINNER: see end of post!
Sorry I’ve been a bit tardy here at BB… we’ve been (wait for it) BUSY!
I know, I know, that’s what I always say, and here I am, living in the country where life is supposed to be all groovy and gentle and S-L-O-W-E-R … but it just doesn’t seem to have dipped under 100km/hour here lately. There have been various bull sales, emotional traumas by the dozen (oh, don’t forget this one too) and lots of mustering (both virtual, with Jean-Jeanie and real).
Oh, and did you realise it’s school holidays (you can hit me but only if you have school-aged kids) … and school holidays means visitors. And I shall share a little of our city visitors with you, just as soon as you do a little somethin‘ for me. Quid Pro Quo*.
Ready? Willing? Able?
Here goes:

What on EARTH is this woman doing??
And (more importantly) why is she doing it?
Has she not heard of DEADLY SNAKES?
The kind that like to lurk in long dry grass?
She has?
OK.
She’s just crazy then.
(It’s a massive prerequisite to being my friend, I’m afraid).

Same deal as always guys – winner with the most accurate and imaginative answer gets to choose an 8×12″ imgae to be printed from this blog… you’ve got til midday tomorrow (Friday) Granite Glen time.
🙂

BB

* Name that movie for a bonus point!

AND THE WINNER IS:

Well, all of you really (you have some mighty fine imaginations going there my friends) … like Kate and her “dreaded purple four fanged boaviper” (too much Bindi Irwin for you my girl!), and Portia with her Mills & Boon take on my hubby fixing a fence (!); and Debby with her outrageous randy goanna story… but this week’s winner is…

PENCIL WRITER! For her National Geographic fantasy and her “or something’s”. I’m a sucker for ‘or something’. Email me please PW! (Or something.)

Thanks for the great entries – in the word’s of a great Aussie boxer:

I love youse all!!

10 Comments

  • rhubarbwhine

    Photographing something.

    Cows? Bulls? Grass? The house? The loo with a view? The deadly snake that’s about to eat her? I give up!

  • Bragger

    She’s taking a picture of an exotic bird.

    The movie is Silence of the Lambs. I get chills just imagining Lector Hannibal saying it.

  • Debby

    Imagine the voice-over:

    Our intrepid BB, determined to get pictures of the mating rituals of the dangerous sand goannas, creeps cautiously through the tall grass, her camera at the ready. The real danger here is that if the randy goanna is unable to locate a mate, he has been known to race, with lightning speed, to the most accessible highest point, scale it with his shivery toenails. to scan the horizons, quivering with excitement, looking for a willing partner. Careful, BB. Steady hands. As she cautiously, stealthily makes her way through the tall grass, suddenly, with incredible speed a lust driven goanna pole vaults straight at her….SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM

  • Pencil Writer

    Okay, Debbie has to win in the imaginative department.

    It’s obvious that the woman (who shall remain nameless) is poised and ready to take a picture. (Surely none of us has mistaken that stance, *er* squat. Any of us who’ve been afflicted with camera fever know that ‘stance’ and use it far more frequently than our aching, and aged calves appreciate. Okay, so just MY aged and aching calves.)

    This innocent, enthusiastic photographer had come to Granite Glen anticipating a lovely holiday, complete with rest and relaxation. Then, she saw it! A butterfly National Geographic did a lovely show about that she’d recently seen on TV. It shouldn’t be here in Australia! It was only found in South America or something. This metalic blue-green butterfly, a Callithea Philotmia or something, she knew she had to capture it on film (or electronic chip, at least). So she was off into the wild, wooley fields at Granite Glen in hot pursuit of the illusive butterfly.

    Finally it lited on a stalk of grass. She crouched, poised to press the shutter release, when out of seemingly nowhere, a testosterone glazed goanna (Debbie’s goanna; see above report) lept into the air and snatched the coveted photo opportunity. But the female photographer had pressed the button just as the ghastly goanna’s jaws snapped open over the beautiful butterfly. The shutter flickered perfectly capturing the fowl deed for ever in the electronic catalog of the camera’s chip.

  • A Novel Woman

    At first glance, it looks like the subject is taking a photograph of wild grasses, but upon further reflection I’ve come to realize that the woman is doing an Aussie rendition of the Granite Glen Wild Chicken Dance. We do it here in Canada as well only we use snowbanks.

  • Kate

    Silence of the Lambs. Eek!!!

    I’m totally racking my brain here. It seems like she is taking a picture but whatever it is in front of her face is huge. A wide angle lens maybe? Or a huge cup of joe? Or binoculars?

    Well anyway, here’s my story and i’m stickin’ to it.

    Mizz Blondie heads into the wild Australian outback of Granite Glen in search of the elusive one-toed scaly chicken-rose. She dons her thigh high rubber boots (for the snakes duh!) and embarks on her three hour walkabout (they are supposed to be longer but come on people…snakes!) She squats down to attach her super duper wide angle lens to the camera (a must for spectacular Aussie prospects) and suddenly feels something move beneath her. She glances down and to see the dreaded purple four fanged boaviper. In one swift movement she grabs the boaviper around the neck, flings it into the bush ahead of her and snaps a pic of it flying backwards through the air all four fangs bared…

    If you could show that picture next i would really appreciate it. I know you have it!!! 😉

  • Portia

    Blondie decided since it was school holidays she’d bring her kids to the country for a little fresh air and animals. She took lots of pictures of the kids and animals. After a time she became bored and went looking for more interesting subjects for her pictures. Walking in the meadow she spotted SSB who was working on a fence, without a shirt on (it’s my story right?). She crept through the tall grass to get closer to get a few pictures of the stud at work(for BB of course). Not being a country girl Blondie was startled by the first snake that slithered by and screamed like a child and ran back to the house. SSB just looked and shook his head, after all he’s strong and silent.

    Later that day Blondie discovered the real reason she was invited to Granite Glen. She was to take family pictures for a Christmas card. Blondie was fine with that as long as it didn’t involve any more tall grass.

  • Bush Babe (of Granite Glen)

    Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear!!! What have I done?? I have just picked myself up from the floor, from my last bout of giggles from your answers!!! You dudes are CRAZY FUNNY… *tee hee hee*

    Debby, that answer is truly, truly disturbing. Gads woman. I’ll never look a goanna in the face again. (And I would totally love to be as skinny and blonde and nimble as my friend, but thanks for mistaking me for her anyway!).

    Portia, SSB without a shirt. Hmmmm. Definitely a photo op there… I’ll try and talk him into it! (But he’s shy, so be patient!).

    Kate and Bragger, Silence of the Lambs is totally one of my fav movies. But I’m a sicko. Loved it. Fava beans and Hannibal also do it for me! Not really, but I love that movie…

    Pam, your turn to slay ME!! Chicken dance! *Dissolves into giggle fit again*

    PW, closer than you think (without the goanna part!! Heh.)

    Shirley at Rhubarb Whine, I think you may have covered almost every thing I have ever taken pics of. But it’s not me in this image… hmmm.

    How the heck am I ever gonna choose a winner?? No-one has hit the nail quite straight yet. Lots of imagination though… lots and lots and lots.

    Actually you are all crazy enough to qualify as BB buddies, I reckon!
    🙂
    BB

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