“If I be waspish, best beware my sting.” 
― William Shakespeare, The Taming of the Shrew

I haven't been stung by one yet that I know about, plenty of bees but no wasps yet. I'm sure my time will come but as I sat on the bank of the inner harbour estuary on Sunday, a particularly delightfully foggy/misty/rainy day, I couldn't help but be drawn to these little guys. When I glanced up at the kayaker and the paddle boarder, I knew what they were doing, but the wasps? I didn't know whether they were hunting or looking for nest sites or just paying a visit to the flax bushes that flank the waters edge. So here is a shot of their activity. They certainly weren't collecting pollen as they are not known to be pollinators. What was their devious business that day, and why should I care? Well..

Tomorrow is full moon. It rises over our beach and is a fantastic thing to watch if the timing is right. My plan was to wait until tomorrow and then go and "shoot the moon". That was until I looked outside my front door this evening. A casual glance just to see what the blustery conditions had blown up weather wise. Today really has been annoyingly windy with dust getting into everything. 

I was greeted with this view. In fact this is my very fist shot I managed to fire off once I had set up the tripod and dialled in my settings. Yes, truly those colours actually were there in the clouds. 

I have been trying to work out...