(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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