Forgotten photo I.D. in Sydney;
Misplaced memory triggered to dawn.
An afternoon years ago, friends of three;
Forgotten party tickets in Melbourne.
Emotions: panic; anger; disbelief.
Denominators: time; cabs; cash; relief.
Australia
Urban sand
Broadbeach, Queensland, Australia
Gold Coast, Australia
The name Gold Coast was inspired by real estate opportunities following WWII. The South Coast Town Council, Queensland, adopted the name Gold Coast Town Council in 1958. I think that the golden sunsets are a more elemental reason for the title.
What do you think?
Between worlds
Ghostly gripping chill
Engulfing the land;
Eerie light and dark
Worm within without.
Time stands; hearts beat still;
None escape this gaze.
What phantom is this
With woe riddled words?
Hands a fraction move,
To break the silence,
Clouds clear to reveal
Rosy cheeks anew.
Surfers’ Sunset
Seems like we weren’t the only ones out for an evening stroll along Broadbeach, Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia.
Customs House, Newcastle
In its report on the donation of the Customs House clock to the Newcastle Museum following the 1989 earthquake, the abc advises that
Customs administration was first established in 1828 and was housed at various locations until the current building was built and occupied in 1877.
You can see the time-ball on top of the tower of the building, which dropped everyday at 1pm enabling sailing ship captains to synchronize their ships chronometers.
The leaning tower is due to the camera lens I was using when I took the picture.
Solid foundation
Like many cities around the World the industries that brought wealth and stability to Newcastle have mostly disappeared. Social change, the 1989 earthquake and 15 years of neglect has left the 1930s Great Northern Hotel battered and bruised. I hope that the Newcastle regeneration project reaps rewards for the city centre and restoration of its historic buildings.
Related sites:
Great Northern Hotel Newcastle
Emporium Galleria
The 418
Warm, wet, watch,
Wait. Early or late?
Here at last.
Shuffle step.
De de-de-de.
Beeeeeeeep.
Shhhhhhhh.
Whir-whir, whir-whir.
Thrown in seat.
Stop. Chug-chug chug-chug,
Start, err rer rer rer,
Bounce bob,
Whir-whir whir-whir
Sway, lurch, stop.
Shhhhhh.
Beeeeeeeep.
Loop ’til D’Hill
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
Freedom within
Progress smothering nature,
Gaia’s screaming in anguish,
Cars cruise, collide, crash and crunch.
I cringe in concrete canyons,
Hard soulless windows watch on.
Kerb calamity beckons,
Artificial high awaits.
Downfall to the high elect,
Will this nightmare ever end,
Not with the current party,
Silence, cruelty, no comment,
Double dissolution time?
Free to believe in being.
(c) Robert Jones 2014, All Rights Reserved
Against all odds
After upsizing some of our potted plants we had a spare container which we excitedly filled with begonias. A few days of 35 to 40oC temperatures last Summer resulted in begonia devastation. From the cataclysm a sole survivor popped up in Spring this year, this is its first bloom.
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