Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Full moon and ducks

Before I took this photo from my bedroom window tonight (and got interrupted by a phone call), the moon was huge and orange as it hovered over the horizon. It looked amazing.

I wonder if my moon appreciation means I am more of a Cancerian than I have previously thought?

Speaking of appreciation, I also seem to be unable to pass a duck without taking a photo.

Tonight's duck:

Last night's duck:

Thursday, March 25, 2010

I ♥ U, Melbourne

I am so full of love for Melbourne I could kneel down and kiss the ground, all Pope-like. I'll settle for giving the place a psychic hug.

After a surprisingly foggy start (above), our beautiful Indian summer continued.  It was a lovely balmy evening when I left work tonight (albeit very smokey as a result of burning off somewhere nearby). I got my hair cut and coloured, so I feel all sleek and brand new, then I made my way to Southgate to get some shots of the hazy sunset. 

The sun had sunk below the buildings by the time I arrived, but I could see a fiery orange ball reflected on the office buildings at Southgate. The smoke isn't pleasant, but it sure makes for a nice sunset.

Southgate was abuzz with chatter spilling from bars and restaurants. There's a lot going on in the city at the moment. The Grand Prix is in town, the football season kicked off tonight, the Comedy Festival has just started and the Melbourne International Flower and Garden Show is also on this weekend. It's all happening.

The city from Southgate

I decided to walk home - have I mentioned how much I love walking along the river in the dark? - and it was beautiful, with the backdrop of city lights and a pale yellow half-moon watching over everything. I could hear crickets chirping and the occasional roar from Carlton v Richmond game at the MCG.

Prince's Bridge

Wednesday, March 24, 2010


I love that pink blush that creeps up along the horizon opposite the setting sun. This was the view from my bedroom tonight.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Sunny, green, googly and curmudgeonly

I love this row of old shops on Bridge Road in Richmond (shame about the mess of tram and power lines).

It was an absolutely gorgeous day in Melbourne today. We've had more than 100 days of top temperatures above 20 degrees, but we've also had some very wet weather which means the parks, gardens and river banks near where I live are unseasonally lush and green. Normally at this time of the year, the grass is sun-dried yellow from months of hot weather.

Don't you just love it when Google knows exactly what you're looking for before you even finish typing it? I do. Before I wanted to check the difference between 'unseasonable' and 'unseasonal' and I didn't even finish typing the word 'unseasonable' before my search query popped up in the drop down box, a couple of entries down. For some reason, I find it comforting to know I'm not the first person to look something up, especially when it's not a common query...or at least I wouldn't have thought it was a common query. 

Once I wanted to know what dolphin poo looks like and when I typed the words "what does dolphin" my query popped up second in the drop down list. And it lead me to a video showing a dolphin defecating. Google win! The interwebs are ace.

But wait, there's more!

Today my 'unseasonal/unseasonable' query led me to discover the Dictionary Of Disagreeable English: A Curmudgeon's Compendium of Excruciatingly Correct Grammar. I like the sound of that. *reaches for credit card*

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Garden detour

It was a beautiful evening to wander through the Botanic Gardens on my way home tonight. There was a lovely cool breeze blowing after a warm day.  I could smell pine trees. I saw tiny cygnets.

Looks like a thistle....but isn't

Anyone know what this is?

Buzz. Think this might be the same kind of flower.

The finial of the Rose Pavilion

Saturday, March 6, 2010

An amusingly crap day

What a day! I had one of those 'what can go wrong will go wrong' sort of afternoons, which doesn't sound like the sort of thing I should be writing about here, but I saw the funny side of it and now you can too.

I was planning to drop into the Boroondara Cemetery to take some photos on my way back from an appointment in Kew but mid-way through my appointment, a wild storm hit Melbourne, with torrential rain and hail. (Not very conducive to hypnosis, I can tell you, but my hypnotherapist worked it into his routine.)

When I left the appointment, the rain was only light so I thought I'd go ahead with the cemetery visit, even though I didn't have an umbrella. While I was on the bus, the rain started to pelt down again. But instead of continuing home, I thought, "Oh, it'll pass. She'll be right, mate". 

I jumped off the bus at Kew Junction and when the light changed to green I started to dart across the road in the pouring rain but my thong (aka flip flop), which was slippery with rain, flew off my foot and landed a metre ahead of me on the road. I started to bend down to pick it up but then realised the siren I was only vaguely aware of belonged to the fire truck that would have mowed me down had it not slowed down to avoid me. I backed up and stood there laughing to myself until the truck passed. Kinda not funny, but it was.

Then when I got to the shelter I went to put my thong on, only to realise that it was broken. Dagnammit! So I took my other thong off too and walked barefoot up the street, soaking wet, water dripping off my nose, towards the cemetery. Be damned if I was going to give up on the plan now!

I put my good thong on when I got to the cemetery and tucked the other one under my arm as I started to take photos. It soon began to rain quite heavily again so I had to find somewhere to shelter...but the stone structure I thought would do the job turned out to be some sort of grave/memorial thing with a low fence around it. I resisted the urge to step over the fence and instead stood huddled in a space about 20 cms wide that seemed to be out of the rain.

And then I realised I was busting to pee. Why didn't I go to the toilet I passed on the way in, dammit? I couldn't face walking all the way back there in the rain with only one shoe on (the bitumen was hurty!), especially because my phone battery had died and I didn't know what time it was. I knew the gates shut at 5.00 and it was about 4.15 when I arrived so I didn't want to muck around with backtracking. And I couldn't hold on so I found some bushes, surveyed the graveyard to make sure there were no other loonies around, and did what I had to do.

Out! Get out of my cemetery, you vile creature, before I run you through with my sword!

The rain eased so, mindful of having no phone to call for help if I got locked in the cemetery, I set off to take more photos, ignoring the rumbling of thunder and occasional flashes of lightning. Somehow a storm seemed more appropriate for a cemetery visit than bright sunshine anyway.

Bloody hell, it's hard taking photos when your hands are wet and the light isn't great. I couldn't get a grip on the zoom and it was hard holding the camera steady for long enough to take a shot  (I didn't bring a tripod). I wasn't too keen on using headstones to brace my camera against....though that seems pretty mild in comparison to relieving yourself nearby, I suppose. I also had to try to keep the lens clear of rain drops. After using my only tissue as toilet paper and my lense cloth to wipe my glasses, I was rapidly running out of dry material to use. Thankfully my boobs provided a handy little shelter that kept a portion of my singlet top dry. (Yay for boobs!)

Despite all of this adversity, I was still able to appreciate the awesomeness of the cemetery, albeit quickly. I could have spent hours there. A large portion of it is very old, with graves that are starting to subside and crack. There's loads of elaborate headstones and statuary, some snaked with vines and blotchy with lichen.  I love faded glory.

Not-so-faded doggy glory

As I was wandering around, my other stupid thong broke, so I was completely barefoot. And then I slipped in mud. And then the low battery light on my camera started flashing. And then I couldn't find the exit. And then eventually I found my way back to the front gate and caught a tram home, soaking wet, cold, goosebumpy and footsore. I even had pruny fingers from the rain! 

When I got back to my neighbourhood, it was obvious the storm had been far more violent than in Kew. There were leaves and small branches everywhere, and still a few deposits of hailstones.

It was great to get home and change into dry clothes. 

The photos didn't turn out as well as I had hoped, but they're not too bad considering. You can see them here  

Friday, March 5, 2010

Long weekend, new music

Hot air balloons near home Wednesday morning. Getting up early isn't all bad.

Yay! It's Friday. Even better, it's a long weekend and I have fun stuff planned. Another date - this time to the Moonlight Cinema in the Botanic Gardens to see Fantastic Mr Fox - a cemetery trip with my camera (yes, fun!), probably a visit to Moomba, sleep ins, and to top it all off, I have the flat to myself all weekend. Sweet.

I have in my hot little hand five new CDs which were burnt for me by a friend. It's stuff that's new to me anyway - Dex Romweber Duo and his earlier band, Flat Duo Jets. Currently listening to the former and its bloody great. I love discovering new music and just the very thought that there is a whole world of amazing music out there just waiting for you to listen to it.

Here's a video of the Dex Romweber Duo: