It is true. Sometimes we hear cliche upon cliche. 'At the end of the day' is one of them, popularised in Australian politics some years ago by a then opposition leader in the heat of electoral campaigning. Since then, I've tried to avoid using it (and many other cliches, to boot).
But if yesterday's start to the day had a bit of butterfly magic then today, by day's end, well, you'll see...
It's been another wet old day, a bit of rest, a bit of reading, a bit of writing, and so forth. Not a day to get out and about really. But at the end of the day, I decided to go for a bit of a walk around the neighbourhood.
The temperature has dropped quite rapidly, and where recently this local children's pool was being well used, today it looked just a little bleak.
A little sub/urban landscape...
|Shelter from the storm|
|High and dry|
|Said the giraffe to the peacock|
|Purple and green|
And then. on the return route home, near the bus stop, past where I caught the butterfly yesterday, on the exact same flower...
|I see you...|
|You see me...|
...a praying mantis. A pretty big one too. So, at the end of this day, it was just as exciting, photographically-speaking, as yesterday's beginning. There's no cliche there...hehe.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring...
[Camera : Lumix TZ-85, 4.39pm-4.42pm, 5.29pm-5.34pm; 18 September 2016]