Last day of the month of June. We’re officially in 2H, the second half of the year, the [long] home-run. Has that come around quickly for you, too?
It’s been raining unceasingly -seemingly- in Sydney this week. And that’s all that one can really say about that.
Listening: Supreme by Das Tapes feat. Jas
This time last week, we were heading from Melbourne airport to the city and our route took us through Carlton, right by this strange and unusual structure. If I hadn’t been in a taxi at the time, I would surely have taken multiple shots of PIXEL. You should’ve seen me scrambling to activate the camera on the iPhone in the half-minute or so that was the period of time we were stopped at the lights. “Stay red, stay red!” the thought repeated itself in my head as I jabbed the tightly gripped device out the car window. One shot was all I got.
Some buildings really make you look twice, don’t they? It was like when I saw the Palace Electric the prior weekend…
I like it mainly because it’s so odd. I’ve never seen another like it. But it’s a little on the crazy side, which for archiporn purists might be just a little bit too much, ugly even. But if the objective was to turn heads, then I think Mission Accomplished.
It makes me think of pieces of paper, cut into random shapes… Kind of like crude confetti. What about you? Any strong feelings for or against?
Listening: Heaven’s Got A Dress Code by The Chemist
Sometimes life is about knowing when to simply keep on walking.
Walk on, even when your heart is telling you to stop. (Why keep going? Can’t we go back to where we were at the start?) When your mind is questioning your decision to put one foot in front of the other, and the other, again, again, again… Keep going. There you go.
When will you know that you’ve gone far enough…? When it stops hurting?
This post is dedicated to [ x ].
Listening: Walk On by U2
We are all products of our parents, family, friends, experiences, and of the life that surround us – the good, the bad, the unimaginable.
Not everyone is fortunate enough to have people who love and care for them.
I always remind myself: don’t judge a person until you’ve walked a mile in his/her boots.
Listening: The Calm by Of Mice & Men
Having spent most of my life in cities without trams, I always find being in Melbourne such a novelty. The trams, and their accompanying network of overhead cables: I see them everywhere – kind of like the way a person who has just started wearing spectacles sees the frames around their eyes the entire time they’ve got their glasses on.
Sydney has a mode of transport that it calls the Light Rail which resembles the trams, but its network is nowhere as extensive or used as Melbourne’s offering. When I lived in Glebe I used it almost daily, and I did prefer it to the buses. I’ve only been on Melbourne’s trams a handful of times, and I couldn’t even tell you how much a ticket costs – we didn’t take the tram at all when we visited this time.
The streets seem very wide as a result of the tram lanes. I like that feeling of space it imparts.
Nor did we use the train either, but I do like Flinders Street Station (‘FSS‘). The station is a well-known, some would say iconic, feature of Melbourne, and for many, an instantly recognisable sight. She reminds me of a lady of a certain age who’s somewhat stuck in her ways, refusing to change her style for the modern looks of today. Especially when you see her standing somewhat grandly with the recently raised Rialto Tower behind her.
Melbourne’s Yarra River doesn’t seem to be used for much besides leisure transportation. I wonder why that is. Perhaps there’s not much call for it, what with all the public bikes available. Somehow, I don’t think they’re used as much as the ‘Boris bikes’ in London.
Or maybe, Melbourne’s residents prefer the horse-and-carriage option. Especially since they appear to dress for the occasion!
Listening: Obvious Bicycle by Vampire Weekend
And to YOU who may recently have followed this blog and/or liked a post or two. Thank you! It’s always nice to know that people are reading and, hopefully, enjoying…
You’d be forgiven for thinking we stopped at MoVida for lunch, it is situated in Hosier Lane after all… But when you’ve only got a three-quarters of a weekend’s worth of meals and a list of places to try, you have to make some tough decisions. We already have a MoVida in Sydney and the reports I’ve heard have been mixed/lukewarm (“overpriced!”, “yeah, not bad,” for example, didn’t quite cut it for me) – it was quite easy for me to focus on a couple of other venues. Also, and here’s the real truth of the matter. As much as I love a good meal, I love bricks ‘n mortar more.
I couldn’t walk past this part of Melbourne (Hosier Lane and one or two of other lanes off Flinders Lane) without taking a few snappy snaps. They’re just so much fun! I would’ve taken a tonne more shots, but when your company barely tolerates your fixation for photographs, you take only a few and keep moving so as not to completely use up your credit for the weekend.
Listening: Emkay by Bonobo
It’s Monday morning. It rained all through the night (and it’s still raining). I couldn’t even get out of bed when the alarm went off earlier which means I’ve forgone my early-morning gym session. Bad me.
I keep returning to photos from the weekend, including this one, which features a blue sky city view from our hotel room on Collins Street.
Anyway, that’s enough of that. The weekend is o-v-e-r. Suffice to say there aren’t enough reasons to want to leave the apartment today, but it’s time to get on with the day.