Winter warmth of russet, orange,
Red, and some brown ‘gainst sky of blue;
Sluggish words rolling off the tongue;
Round sounds linger in the crisp air.
Last year, I learned garter stitch so that I could knit booties. This year, thanks to a post on The Free Spirit on creating a loose knit blanket I have added stockinette stitch to my repertoire.
The above is a practise piece using leftover wool from the booty project. Perhaps a dark green cushion cover using chunky yarn will satisfy my yearning for a wet weather project.
Mural, first floor, Cappricio Osteria, Leichhardt, Sydney, Australia.
The focal point of this picture is the elegant bird of paradise flower. However, the sun shone just at the right moment. Transforming the rather plain dark green water tank into dappled aqua. What a background!
A couple of other posts featuring bird of paradise flowers:
At ground level shopfronts have been modernised while the floors above are often dishevelled, victims of neglect.
This section on the Petersham side of the street would at one time have been a bustling microcosm of commerce. There would have been pubs, restaurants and shops. All within walking distance from home.
Today, food courts, shopping centres and chic waterfront bars draw the motor bourne passengers. Vehicles drive by, oblivious to what once was.
As the juggernaut that is the West Connex rides rough shod through communities, I wonder how much longer this living memory will exist.
I was willing the bus to get the stop near the end of the road on way home this evening. I wanted to be able to take a picture of dusk from the footbridge over the Parramatta Road, Leichhardt.
When I think of the words dusk and dusky they conjure images of muted tones and dusty pastel shades. I am happy with the photo of the sunset above, I think it is in this ilk.