I find all components of the gum tree fascinating. I recently discovered the beauty of their flowers.
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Storm clouds
I love the inkiness of this threatening sky
Vibra-bark
The wavy lines of bark on this bottle brush conjured up images of vibrations frozen time.
Judging by the number of posts on this blog that reference these trees, I believe I’m a little obsessed with them:
This one features one of my favourite native birds
Overcoming Gravity
After a brutal pruning
Why have trees near power lines
Caught up
When the everyday pushes down,
Weighting shoulders, raising a frown,
Life seems to be a gloomy town.
Experience for me has shown,
Lifting spirits is f’all to own,
Take cares high above to be flown.
Memory clouds
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.
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
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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.
Why have trees near power lines?
Spring’s chainsaw time;
Each year bottlebrush’s limbs
Brutally sacked,
Savagely hacked.
By Summer time
New growth’s dense
Chance to recover’s immense.
Why have trees near power lines?
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