(My) Photo of the day

Another morning shot today. It was a very cold morning, and the shift away from daylight saving time can't come soon enough for those of use out the door at 7am! Suffice to say, not the best light for photography.

This was taken on Davey Street heading towards Sandy Bay Road. I glimpsed a patch of blue between two building a took my chance!

I would like to say that these are the two ugliest buildings in Hobart, but unfortunately I can think of at least five buildings who are ahead in that race.

I am going to venture out in my lunch break and attempt to find a bright blue sky for tomorrow!

Comments

Anonymous said…

I wouldn't class the executive building quite in the same league as the ugly 10 Murray street although its not far off. I'd probably rank the AMP building and the old MLC building on the corner of Liverpool and Murray as uglier as well as the old SBT, now Commonwealth with its horrid orange panels below the windows and the Marine Board Building

Now that i think about it there are a lot of ugly buildings in Hobart and they are mainly the ones that stick up

31 March 2008 at 16:36

Kris McCracken said…

There are quite a few ugly ones, and you're right that most are the big ones. Empress Towers comes to mind!

I agree re. the MLC building. It is like something that Ceausescu would have dreamt up!

31 March 2008 at 17:28

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Henry admires the view.

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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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