(My) Photo of the day

I've felt a bit guilty that generally I've only shown 'pleasant' images thus far, so sought out a bit of 'urban grit'. But rather than photograph the word 'dick' that was written on our fence by some young scamps (I'm saving that one), I've decided to go with something a little more creative.

This one was taken on Wednesday afternoon in Criterion Street. It looks like the person that painted it has at least tried, and that's always worth something!

Comments

Jim Klenke said…

I think if these people did this on a canvas they could make money. Shame.

The Tigers havent gotten to play ball all week. They have a game for tonight, but its not in Terrell.

11 April 2008 at 21:10

Kris McCracken said…

Go Tigers!

There a few spots in Hobart where the graffiti (good graffiti adds to the atmosphere (car parks, skate parks etc). I don't like people's houses/fences being ruined, and I've no time for the stupid and pointless "shagger" or "risdon vale boyz 4 life" crap that you see all over everything.

11 April 2008 at 21:32

gmirage said…

Sometimes we have a bias on showing only the good stuff but once in a while posting not so fond 'features' is ok...but that photo is still lovely even though its just on the sidestreet! =) And I agree with Jim, could have made them money if its on a decent paper!

11 April 2008 at 23:31

escape said…

good places and nice artworks are always fascinating but sometimes things like these are also unique in its way.

12 April 2008 at 03:24

Unknown said…

I love the colors here. Esp. the red. I find this really pleasing to look at actually.

12 April 2008 at 13:09

Anonymous said…

That's a typical graffiti as you can see them here, too: nice ones surroundede by ugly letters.
The red one isn't too bad, but the rest ...
But it's good to show the city like it is, not everything is nice. Here you can find a lot of ugly graffiti at the strangest places.

12 April 2008 at 17:08

Anonymous said…

this is definitelly better choice then "dick":)

12 April 2008 at 18:07

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.

This will hurt me...

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