(My) Photo of the day, Or I shall buy you ice-cream treats and shield you from the sun

Some terrific light this morning. And of course I am back down at Franklin Wharf, this time though, I have got my back to the water. Here you can see the original Marine Board building, and its more (in)famous replacement. The original has the appearance of almost glowing, due to the sunrise reflecting off the river. It gave everything a nice yellow hue.

Personally, I don't think that the newer building itself is as bad as people say, it is more the fact that in 1972 they decided to build a 'modern' gigantic brown structure in such a prime waterfront spot. It might not be big by New York standards, but as the fourth tallest in the city, it is huge for Hobart. Of course, the fact that such an unexceptional looking building happens to block such a magnificent view is bound to annoy somebody!

Comments

Anonymous said…

It is a nice photograph that you posted today.

29 May 2008 at 05:48

Kris McCracken said…

The light was fantastic that morning, but to be honest, none of the pictures that I took really satisfied me.

Sometimes it just goes that way.

30 May 2008 at 08:33

Petrea Burchard said…

It's interesting how the light seemed to ignore the less attractive buildings.

30 May 2008 at 10:49

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