Tuesday, July 20, 2010

A man must be excessively stupid, as well as uncharitable, who believes there is no virtue but on his own side.

You'll find me in Carruthers. New Town, July 2010.

As I indicated in the Comments yesterday, there are a number of worthy opportunities for photographs to be found around my new stomping ground here in New Town.

Regrettably, prudence demands that I omit a number of such opportunities however. I have already mentioned the girls’ only high school located at the entrance of St Johns Park. Thus, I’ve judiciously avoided snapping away at the young ladies, lest I am labelled a filthy old man with a dubious taste in school uniforms.

With Ogilvy ruled out as a subject, the State’s only alcohol and other drug Withdrawal Unit is similarly off limits, in the interests of protecting the privacy of staff and patients. Sadly, the object/subject probably of greatest potential for fascinating tranche de vie – the largest public opioid substitution program dispensary in Tasmania – also belongs in my self-imposed prohibited zone.

That said, as the sign at the entrance indicates, there is an eclectic combination to be found around these parts. With the mountain of one side of the building, and the river estuary on the other (and a whole heap in between), I shouldn’t find too much of a shortage.


Roddy said...

What is it like to be termed a dirty old man as opposed to a lustful youth? Doesn't it make you feel old?

Linda said...

I am currently fascinated by the old orphans home buildings there.

Kris said...

Roddy, it breaks my heart.

Linda, which ones are they?