(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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Henry admires the view.

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

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Here I have tried my hand at the homemade sepia-toned photo. I wasn’t happy with the way that the sun had washed out some of the colours in the original, so had a bit of a fiddle because I like the look on Henry’s face, and didn’t want to pass on posting it. I have a tip for those of you burdened with the great, unceasing weight of parenthood. I have a new recipe, in the vein of the quick microwaved chocolate cake . Get this, microwaved potato chips . I gave them a run on Sunday, Henry liked the so much I did it again last night. Tonight, I shall be experimenting with sweet potato. I think that the ground is open for me to exploit opportunities in the swede, turnip, carrot and maybe even explore in the area of pumpkins. Radical, I know. I’m a boundary-pusher by nature. It's pretty simple, take the potato. Slice it thinly (it doesn't have to be too thin, but thin enough). Lay the slices on the microwave plate, whack a bit of salt over the top and nuke the buggers for five minut

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