at the end of the ride cold ears, pale sky light warms winter’s day Melbourne
The wheels of the angkot slip and screech through gravel as we wind up along Jalan Buniwangi toward Lembang and the mountain. Bandung trails out along the road in a tumble of shacks, road-side warungs and small farm-houses with skirts of tended vegetable plots and flags of banana trees. A veil of mist dampens the early noise as families stir into life and all … Continue reading
I hope you agree.
Having previously waxed lyrical about the Royal Children’s Hospital and its architecture …I’ve just had a very ‘close up experience’ from a week inside the hospital caring for my son. I’m sure there are easier ways to get glimpses of this great building, but the only way to understand the function of the design is to be … Continue reading
A little time away from the city this weekend allowed for some unexpected encounters of boy, dog and cow. Couldn’t help a little cinematic effect with the image.
One of Melbourne’s most impressive inter-war buildings (and the birthplace of much of Australia’s early journalism), the Argus joined a growing number of unloved and disregarded older places as the property boom of the new Century gripped the city. Traded in succession by speculators who baulked at her asbestos infestation and her lowly prospects, they left her to scoop up ready profits from … Continue reading
Here lies more Melbourne Now works – from the delectable Hotham St Ladies who create inspiringly (and partly edible) art installations which are both nostalgic and humorous to the beautifully rendered landscapes by Brian Martin – both true meditations on place. The strikingly open works by Ricardo Idagi of the challenges of crossing cultures struck … Continue reading
Somewhere – just out of our line of view – there can be the illusion of a better place – the ‘just around the corner’ feeling of something better to follow. Given my recent creative slump – this sign is a good reminder. Maybe we shouldn’t always be seduced by the promise of the next … Continue reading
We don’t see the fish at first – even as we stare at the inky green water that slips and folds below our feet. We pull ourselves up by the bamboo railing on the short bridge – hands pressed and elbows locked, we peer into the dark pool. “No fish Daddy,” says Johnny, his round face … Continue reading
Many writers have mourned the death of the Australian milk bar. Overrun by 7/11’s and increased trading hours by supermarkets, the unique little local shop has few finger holds left in the fabric of the modern Australian suburb. I was so pleased to come across signs of life in my recent wanderings only to find … Continue reading