(My) Photo of the day

It has been a wet and humid day this morning, with not great light for photographs (especially of the snap off while walking past variety). I've decided to go with a shot of the Colonial Mutual Life Building in Hobart. I think that it's an impressive looking building, and I've gone with a shot from the other side of Macquarie Street, from Franklin Square.

The heritage listing describes the building as an excellent example of "Inter War Stripped Classical C.1915–40". This is a building with eclectic influences, incorporating Art Deco elements which were fairly typical in Stripped Classical buildings in combination with English Picturesque elements. I happen to think that is an attractive edifice, and thought that I would share it with people.

Comments

Kate said…

Thanks for visiting my blog. Yes, the architecture of this building is impressive!

26 March 2008 at 01:45

Kris McCracken said…

It's one of my favourites in Hobart, I'd always assumed that it was a touch older than it turned out to be. It's amazing what you find out when you look!

26 March 2008 at 15:01

Megan said…

I agree, very attractive building. It'd be sweet on a foggy day, lit up by the nearby lights.

26 March 2008 at 15:27

Kris McCracken said…

There will be fog before to long, we're having a Winter sort of day here today.

26 March 2008 at 15:41

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