It was not a nice morning. The smoke haze hangs around and while the smell of burning gum leaves evokes pleasant childhood memories for me, I am sure the odour strikes terror into others. The sun rose starting as a ghastly bright red and slowly paled.
Arriving on the gentle easterly breeze, easterlies are unusual for Melbourne and usually mean humidity or rain, four balloons came into sight heading for a landing in Fawkner Park. The first dropped out of sight behind a building, presumably making a clean landing, the second, emblazoned with Free Tibet looked to be a bit higher on approach than the first and sure enough, it aborted its landing and quickly gained altitude.
It moved on to land at Albert Park......yes, the island again? Into the drink? Don't think so but as it was partially obscured, I could not see exactly what was happening. It rose and sank a few times, swivelled a bit, moved right and then left. It seemed to be manouvering to get a correct position. After over twenty minutes, it finally stopped and deflated. I expect there was some high drama involved.
The beast arises from its night time slumber.
Free Tibet approaching Fawkner Park.
To the lake.
Up and to the right. Almost like wathching a yo yo.