Wednesday, April 29, 2009
I've been milking my balloon trip over Brizzy which happened back in February for a while now (click the balloons label for more).
Here's a couple of streets in an outer suburb of Brisbane. It could be The Gap or maybe Keperra... round there anyway. A couple of the houses still had tarpaulins on the rooftops from that same November storm I mentioned yesterday.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
One of the most strikingly beautiful features of these trees is the visible gnarled roots which twist and turn like veins on an old man's hands. The trunks form knobbles and holes and all sorts of interesting bits - fantastic to touch. I wish I could get in there and take a few pictures of that trunk before it goes. The tiny little fruits (from the fig family) are loved by fruit bats and every evening in summer you can hear them squabbling for position.
Hmmm. War and destruction 4 days running. A more uplifting post tomorrow, definitely!
Monday, April 27, 2009
They told us this war would never end
so we signed up for the duration;
after all, job security.
There was some surplus left over from the War on Drugs,
and we helped ourselves.
At least, this would provide armor
against the tedium
of waiting forever to be terrorized.
The reading matter we had to pass the time
included pamphlets about the earlier wars,
all worthwhile, all still inconclusive:
on cancer, heart disease, cerebral palsy,
lupus, and hirsutism.
And then, there were the inspirational books:
Coping with Nameless Dread,
How to Fear Practically Everything,
How to Win Enemies & Alienate People,
and other trenchant works.
Finally, we got the full message:
insecurity was our only security.
Shaking in our boots,
and glad to be doing so,
we waited for the other shoe to fall.
By Duane Ackerson
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Only the monstruos anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle
Can patter out their orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs,
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling them from sad shires.
What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of goodbyes.
The pallor of girls' brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.
By Wilfred Owen
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Then in 1915, my country said son, It's time you stopped rambling, there's work to be done.
So they gave me a tin hat, and they gave me a gun, and they marched me away to the war.
And the band played Waltzing Matilda, as the ship pulled away from the quay
And amidst all the cheers, the flag-waving and tears, we sailed off for Gallipoli
And how well I remember that terrible day, how our blood stained the sand and the water
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay, we were butchered like lambs at the slaughter.
Johnny Turk he was waiting, he'd primed himself well. He shower'd us with bullets,
And he rained us with shell. And in five minutes flat, he'd blown us all to hell
Nearly blew us right back to Australia.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, when we stopped to bury our slain.
We buried ours, and the Turks buried theirs, then we started all over again.
And those that were left, well we tried to survive, in that mad world of blood, death and fire
And for ten weary weeks, I kept myself alive, though around me the corpses piled higher
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head, and when I woke up in my hospital bed,
And saw what it had done, well I wished I was dead. Never knew there was worse things than dyin'.
For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda, all around the green bush far and free
To hump tent and pegs, a man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me.
So they gathered the crippled, the wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia.
The legless, the armless, the blind, the insane, those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay, I looked at the place where me legs used to be.
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me, to grieve, to mourn, and to pity.
But the band played Waltzing Matilda, as they carried us down the gangway.
But nobody cheered, they just stood and stared, then they turned all their faces away
And so now every April, I sit on me porch, and I watch the parades pass before me.
And I see my old comrades, how proudly they march, reviving old dreams of past glories
And the old men march slowly, old bones stiff and sore. They're tired old heroes from a forgotten war
And the young people ask, what are they marching for? And I ask myself the same question.
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda, and the old men still answer the call,
But as year follows year, more old men disappear. Someday no one will march there at all.
Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong, who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
By Eric Bogle
Friday, April 24, 2009
See the bridge's true colour here, courtesy of another Brisbane blogger, The Foto Fanatic.
Check here to see what it looked like back in December.
To see what other skywatchers see, visit the fabulous Skywatch Friday.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Motorists in the area should be wary of edgy, caffeine-fuelled pelotons steaming down Montague Road at about 50kph.
P.S. Does the picture look familiar? It's a fair cop, guv.... I shamelessly stole this idea from Eric of Paris Daily Photo fame. See his "through the spokes" shot from April 15th here. Thanks Eric!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
This 1960s block of flats, "Torbreck", is a bit of an icon in Brisbane. It sits on top of Highgate Hill and can be seen for miles. I'm told that every apartment has an amazing view so if you know someone that can get me in to get a picture....
For anyone who was wondering, those bluey-grey panels are sun blinds - a common feature in Queensland architecture. It can be very bright in this part of the world. And I think that bit at the top is a viewing room. (Unfortunately not open to the public) .
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I'm going to look a bit silly if someone points out that this is infact a dragonfly.
Monday, April 20, 2009
That's the Merivale train bridge from Friday's post. I should have got my big head out of the shot but I was too busy admiring the view.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I'm taking part in Shadow Shot Sunday today for the first time. Thanks to Hey Harriet for the inspiration.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Right now, the sun has come back out but our dams are standing at about 59%. It's the fullest they've been for 5 years!
Friday, April 17, 2009
The blue sky was a welcome sight for those of us that have had nothing but grey for a couple of weeks. I like the variety of clouds here...
Travel the world sky by sky - visit the very excellent Skywatch Friday, which this post is part of.
By the way - this is the Merivale Train Bridge which spans the river at Milton and has viaducts over the streets either side. Time to kill? See the bridge construction in a kitsch 70s documentary here. See a much more flattering shot of it than I coud ever take here.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Did I tell you that the road that runs along it, the Bradfield Highway, is the shortest highway in Australia? It only goes for about a kilometre. It was named for John Bradfield who designed the bridge... oh and that other one down in Sydney...
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Method 2): kick back and cruise to your destination on the City Ferry (background).
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Saturday, April 11, 2009
This chair is from the sculpture exhibition which was held during the Expo and it is by UK artist Kenneth Armitage. Now it stands in the Fern House at the Mt Coot-tha Botanical Gardens.
It sort of reminds me of that bit in The Empire Strikes Back with Han Solo in the carbonite.
Friday, April 10, 2009
I've been in Brisbane for nearly 4 years now and it's really starting to show: I can actually tell it's autumn.. and I've caught a cold. Wednesday night (the night I caught a cold) I think it got down to about 17 degrees (c). The Londoner in me is laughing derisively for being such a wimp. And as the nights draw in, I am starting to leave work in the dark, missing out on those beautiful Queensland sunsets. Here's one from last month that made me run out in the street, snapping away like a woman possessed. Clouds really do make a sunset, don't they?
Check out some other skies from blogs across the globe. Visit Skywatch Friday.
I'm off camping in the rain for the long weekend. Hooray! Posting should hopefully continue in my absence.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
This is the last garden-frolick picture for the time-being. Yesterday we heard that the dams had reached the magic 50% mark and that the garden watering ban has been lifted. We can water our gardens 3 times a week which is a bit of a luxury.
This shiny metallic thing has been hanging off one of my plants for a few weeks now. I think it's some sort of a cocoon...
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
The rain we have received in Brisbane these past few days has been really welcome. I mentioned my chilli plants in Friday's post and Julie from Sydney Eye asked for a look - so here is one of them. This is the first delicate little flower... not a hint yet of the tiny edible firework that is going to grow there soon. I shall be making a celebratory indian curry with it (and hopefully a few others).
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Click on the "balloons" label to see some other shots from my aerial adventure over Brisbane.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
From a Skywatch point of view, the thick blanket of cloud doesn't make for a very interesting photo so here's one from last week where the morning cloud was clearing for another sparkling day.
For other skies, far and wide, visit Skywatch Friday.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
There always seems to be road works going on here... and for each worksite there is a lollipop person with a sign that is red on one side (stop) and yellow on the other (slow). The first time I saw someone holding a "slow" sign it made me laugh out loud - like it was some sort of admission. I suppose I've gotten used to them now...
You've got to hand it to this lady. The sun was beating down and she had the full gear on but she seemed to be in great spirits. She was slightly bemused as to why I would roll down the window and ask permission for a snap (in the passenger seat unlike last Friday you will be pleased to know) but obliged anyway. I didn't have time to tell her about my blog so she doesn't know it's up here. I'm sure that's breaking some sort of blogger moral code...sorry!
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