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Big brother
Early morning shadows in a picture perfect street in Leichhardt. This fine example of Federation domestic architecture appears at risk of being engulfed by it’s younger sibling. Passers by receive a blank stare from a grey cuboidal blockhead and shoulders as they rise from behind the terracotta roof.
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Agaves
This apartment block is one of many in a tree lined road with planted verges. Off street parking and providing access to the buildings limits the space available for gardens. Clever planting provides colour and life to this otherwise austere facade. Agaves are one of our favourites, we will include some in our tropical garden.
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Simplicity
We love our holidays in Port Douglas so much that we have talked about creating a tropical garden.
This is a medium to long term plan when we find a home in Newcastle.
This picture, taken at work, shows plant possibilities; simple and effective.
Follyesque
At first glance these Edwardian railings appear to be an integral to Sydney’s Hyde Park. In fact, clever planting, neutral paint colour and repairs to the sandstone encircling the area tell a different story.
They mark the entrance to an early 20th century underground men’s toilet. Most of these facilities were demolished or filled to ground level in the 1990s.
So many euphemisms attempt to conceal the identity of these essential services. This testament to the past almost succeeds.
Dirty lens
I know it’s not something I should celebrate, however, I like the blurred effect.
Spring scorcher
We are in for a warm night.
Prickly Prima Donna
Ninety five percent of day, The epitome of calm;
Open, helpful, time for all.
As tiredness and workload mounts,
Only takes a look, a word:
(Grim genie unfurls slowly);
Heat building or voices too loud;
(Edging closer to release);
Interrupt or stand too close;
(Darkness oozes to stifle
My relaxed disposition).
Prickly Prima Donna’s out!
Unending madness ensues:
Unworthy; shame; guilt; despair.
Exit, take drama along.
Penning this poem is perfect
For regaining control. Back
Towards the bottle she goes.
Those were the days
Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do
[Chorus]
Those were the days my friend
We thought they’d never end
We’d sing and dance forever and a day
We’d live the life we choose
We’d fight and never lose
For we were young and sure to have our way.
La la la la,
Those were the days, oh yes those were the days
Then the busy years went rushing by us
We lost our starry notions on the way
If by chance I’d see you in the tavern
We’d smile at one another and we’d say
[Chorus]
Just tonight I stood before the tavern
Nothing seemed the way it used to be
In the glass I saw a strange reflection
Was that lonely woman really me
[Chorus]
Through the door there came familiar laughter
I saw your face and heard you call my name
Oh my friend we’re older but no wiser
For in our hearts the dreams are still the same
[Chorus]
Sung by Mary Hopkins, 1968. The photograph is detail of UTS Business School designed by Architect, Frank Gehry. I can imagine this building as a 22nd century tavern.
Paradise
It is so easy to slip into automatic pilot for the journey to work. Today was different. I would like to thank the driver who welcomed me to his bus with a chirpy “good morning”.
Since prepaid fares have been introduced in Sydney there is little need to interact with the driver. Being greeting was part of the story; the driver also played familiar songs and wished everyone a good day as they alighted.
I tell others about the beauty of Australia, usually referring to the beaches, outback and rainforests. Today I was given several moments in urban paradise.
The songs included Don’t you forget about me by Simple Minds, Really wanna know you by Gary Wright and Paradise by Coldplay.
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