Too hot to walk Jambo today so I took him out after dark. A good decision. The creek at night is a different place: the sounds are the rasping of crickets and cicadas, the timpani of frogs, the mournful koels, the hum-hum-hum of tawny frog-mouths, the chatter of flying foxes.
The cool front we’re promised started pushing through as I made my way back up and past the gasworks. Absolute bliss. I turned and took this shot of the moon, hazy through clouds, above Chatham Road bridge.