I call architecture frozen music.

I like lines on buildings, as some of my previous photographs can attest to. There is a potentially cruel consequence from wandering around armed with a camera looking for interesting images: I'm starting to appreciate, and indeed even like Brutalist architecture.

There. I said it.

I had a Trini Lopez kind of day yesterday. Fair dinkum, I was like little Trini with his hammer nonstop. I hammered in the morning, I hammered in the evening, I hammered out danger, I hammered out a warning, I hammered about the love between my brothers and my sisters.

Really, I hammered all over this land.

Thank Christ I didn’t have a bell!

[Yes, I am aware that it is Pete Seeger’s song, but there is a part of my heart that remains forever Trini...]