Skip to main content

Photo Essay: My journey to work

I thought that I would do something a bit different today, and take the camera with me to record my trip to work this morning. I've been looking at people's blogs a bit of late, and have seen all sorts of interesting accounts (pictorial and otherwise), of life in all sorts of places, from Alaska to Ghana to Romania. So I thought that I should add little old Hobart to the list, as well as record it for myself, for future reference. As someone who is really into history on all levels, sometimes you forget that if you don't leave some trace your own little existence; it's bound to just disappear! So here we go my trip to work on this Wednesday morning, March 5, 2008.

As my bus leaves at 7:30 am (sometimes earlier, sometimes later), I'm out the door by 7:20 at the latest for the walk to the stop. Today, Henry and Jen accompanied me to see me off (and were themselves headed off for a brisk morning walk!). So we said our adieus, and went our separate ways. Jen, by e-mail, let me know that "Henry enjoyed his walk this morning. He even managed to walk from the play equipment in the park in Lindisfarne Bay around to the Child Health Centre all by himself. I think it must have worn him out as he seems to be sleeping nice and soundly now." This is always great to hear!


None of my pics of the actual bus journey turned out very well, so I won't put them up. Suffice to say, it was dull and involved smelly teenagers making a lot of noise, and a few people commuting to work. As I live on the Eastern Shore of the Derwent River (although it is really an estuary), this involves a trip across the Tasman Bridge. Because I stuffed up, I got this photo from Flickr of the bridge to get a sense of the journey.


Off the bus in town then, and I hook on to Elizabeth Street and walk towards the waterfront with others heading to work. The Mercury thermometer (the newspaper, not the element, known locally as The Mockery) told me that it was a balmy 7 °C, which has not deterred me from wearing shorts (the same shorts that I got married in, in fact!). It is predicted to rise to an agreeable 22 °C today.


If I'm rushing, I walk through Franklin Square and head directly to Salamanca Place (where I work), but more often like to stroll on the docks and take in the scenery. Today, the Russian icebreaker Marina Tsvetaeva [Мари́на Цвета́ева] is in town.


I then crouched down low to both minimise the sun, and give people an idea of how flat the Derwent is on a calm day.


Hooking onto a street that I don't know the name of, you can just about see the Tasmanian Parliament through the trees. Although it's early days yet, it's starting to look a bit like Autumn!


Nearing work now, I stopped to get a shot of Salamanca Lawns on what really is a fine, clear morning.


Looking up towards Salamanca Place, you can see the rows of converted warehouses. My office is right up near the end on the third floor.


I decided that a closer view of the laneway into Salamanca Square would maybe turn out to be a decent shot. I'm only about 30 meters away from work here.


This is a shot from the front door of my building. Looking across Castray Esplanade, you can see another visitor, French Southern and Antarctic Territories support vessel L'Astrolabe. Being the last stop off before Antarctica, you often see these sort of ships berthed here throughout the year.


To finish things off, I decided to not show you a photo of an untidy desk, and leaned out the window of my office (yes, I'm lucky enough to have a window in my office), and snapped off a (somewhat crooked) picture of Mount Wellington, which pretty much dominates the city of Hobart.


So there you go, there is my daily trip to work!

Comments

Neva said…
wow.....you have a great commute to work...lovely...that is one huge bridge......and Mount Hood...bet you never get tired of that scene do you?
Your blog is genuinely entertaining. The shot where you can just about see the Tasmanian Parliament is particularly fine. It's inspiring me to do a whole "you can just about see" series. However, either the whole country is crooked or your left leg is shorter than your right - these photos all have a distinct down on the left side slope. I enjoyed your in-depth review of J. L. Seagull. Bad, yes, but at least it was short. The 90's gave us "Sophie's World" - also immensely popular, translated into over 40 languages and MUCH longer. It will definitely hurt you.
Kris McCracken said…
I took most of these shots whilst on the move, I'm not sure if I was consciously waiting for a specific point of my stride before snapping away, but there does appear to be a clear tendency to slope!

Maybe that's why my kicking for goal was always rubbish!

I did read Sophie's World way back - maybe 1994 - I honestly can't recall much about it except that it was my first introduction to a number of philosophers. Having studied philosophy and political theory in the meantime, I'm not sure whether my take on it would be quite so ambivalent today!

Popular posts from this blog

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...

There was nothing left. No reason, no conscience, no understanding; even the most rudimentary sense of life or death, good or evil, right or wrong.

Here is a self portrait. I’m calling it Portrait of a lady in a dirty window . Shocking, isn’t it? However, it is apt! Samhain , Nos Galan Gaeaf , Hop-tu-Naa , All Saints , All Hallows , Hallowmas , Hallowe'en or HALLOWEEN . It’s Theme Thursday and we’re talking about the festivals traditionally held at the end of the harvest season. Huh? No wonder Australians have trouble with the concept of HALLOWEEN. For the record, in my thirty-two L O N G years on the planet, I can’t say I’ve ever seen ghosts ‘n goblins, trick ‘n treaters or Michael Myers stalking Tasmania’s streets at the end of October. [That said, I did once see a woman as pale as a ghost turning tricks that looked like Michael Myers in late November one time.] Despite the best efforts of Hollywood, sitcoms, and innumerable companies; it seems Australians are impervious to the [ahem] charms of a corporatized variant of a celebration of the end of the "lighter half" of the year and beginning of the "darke...

In dreams begin responsibilities.

A life at sea, that's for me, only I just don't have the BREAD. That's right, Theme Thursday yet again and I post a photo of a yacht dicking about in Bass Strait just off Wynyard. The problem is, I am yet again stuck at work, slogging away, because I knead need the dough . My understanding is that it is the dough that makes the BREAD. And it is the BREAD that buys the yacht. On my salary though, I will be lucky to have enough dough or BREAD for a half dozen dinner rolls. Happy Theme Thursday people, sorry for the rush.