The Birrarung Marr precinct along the Yarra river in Melbourne.
Sep 21, 2015
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 15, 2015
Sep 14, 2015
For thirty years we have been privilaged (and taxed) to enjoy an unimpeded view of the park, harbour and the Kaimai range from the front rooms and lawn of our home. We loved and appreciated it daily.
Then one day these giant nails appeared all over the park (this is early morning in that pristine light).
View gone! But hold it this is something we just have to suck up in the name of sport and the community. Ok deep breath and move on....
But hold it, that night they turned on these nails and behold blinding light!
I mean blinding. Our homes along the park and two streets back were illuminated in stage quality bright lights. Curtains and blinds were transparent to the extreme wattage these babies emmitted.
Now we are not ones to complain and we never did.
Luckily one of our more vocal and local activists did speak up and a few weeks later they rejigged the lights to be less intrusive at night.
But by day to me they are brilliant silver nails that have been driven all over our beautiful vista.
I know in time we will see past them and get back to the real beauty of where we live. The human brain is an amazing creation when it comes to seeing past things you don't want to see.
Sep 9, 2015
Sep 7, 2015
So I am down at the Sulphur Point marina looking to see whats going on. It was a grey old morning so I was not expecting much when I noticed a seal swimming toward the rocks. Now in some parts of the world these guys are prolific but not around here (although of late their numbers are growing)
So I watched and took some shots of the show.
Every now and then it would look back toward me almost saying "how's that?"
Arms with big hands and short legs with big feet, amazing.
I love this one. I missed the mid lift darn it...
He pops out at the top
A quick scratch
One proud seal
Sep 6, 2015
My dad, Ken, was a good bugger. Never said that much at home because mum was the boss.
But these are some of the good things I learnt from him over the years. Not because he said as much but because thats how he was.
- Do your very best.
- Don't complain and make the best of what you have (he had nothing but us kids, all 5 of us, plus his work)
- Be honest.
- Work hard, be helpful.
- Have a laugh when ever you can.
- Don't be a prick when you are dealing with other people.
Dad died 31 years ago aged 63. He would have loved our grandkids and the big family we enjoy now. He came from a massive 'catholic' family with a mongrel as a father. Went to war in North Africa and Italy and came home wounded. He married mum, who was also in the army, not long after he got back from the war.