This afternoon coming home from work I was struck by the beauty of the foothills of the Uppity Downity Mountains in their dry condition. They looked almost white against the still green forest.
There was very little traffic and I was able to safely stop on a corner where it is not usually possible to stop. I like this view, the little farm buildings that I don't normally see as I negotiate this corner.
How lucky am I drive into this scene every day?
I have a positive identification of yesterday's wasp. Thanks, GB, for suggesting the Department of Conservation. I sent off the photos last night and this morning received a very courteous reply. My wasp is like me, an Australian import, a Golden Hunting Wasp, Cryptocheilus australis. They 'hunt' spiders, paralyse them and then drag them off and lay their eggs in them so their young have a constant food source. Mystery solved!