I've lost enthusiasm for writing a lengthy post about my week in Sydney, but there's a few gleeful things I want to show you, so here's a bunch of photos.
The entrance to Tooronga Zoo
One of the meerkats, pretending he's people
There didn't appear to be any otters in the otter enclosure,
but there was a duck
but there was a duck
It was rather perplexed by the glass. It was paddling like mad but going nowhere. It's pretty funny when you can see below the water as well as above. More zoo photos here
Matthew Flinders' sea-faring moggie, Trim, beside the State Library of
New South Wales, near a statue of his owner
The reading room of the library's Mitchell Wing is a light and pleasant space, but it doesn't come close to the grandeur of Melbourne's La Trobe Reading Room
The facade of the Mitchell Wing is not unlike the exterior of the
State Library of Victoria
This carved inscription on the wall in the foyer of the Mitchell Wing was my favourite bit of my (short) library visit
I like this sign at the Botanic Gardens, which are lovely
I didn't smell the roses but I took lots of photos of the water lilies
Lotus pods
Lotus buds
A very tall eucalyptus tree in the gardens
Iconic Bondi Beach - the Bondi to Coogee coastal walk was my favourite part of my time in Sydney
for more photos of the cemetery and the coastal walk
This SIGN made me CHUCKLE
Coogee beach, the end of the 6km walk.
Does anyone else primary schooled in Australia in the 1980s remember the ABC singing books and the song about "chish 'n fips 'n riko cholls, somato tauce 'n raussage solls"?
After a few days of stunning harbourside scenery I needed a bit of inner urban grunge. I spotted this on someone's front fence in inner city Newtown. The cards were just little plain squares with 'To' at the top and 'From' handwritten at the bottom, but still...
A few doors down, I saw this sign
And this
And this, I presume, is Florian. Home safe, albeit legless
and rather pale after his ordeal
and rather pale after his ordeal
While I was in Sydney, there was a report on the news about the corpse plant in the Botanic Gardens in Melbourne blooming for the first time in seven years. The bloom, which is said to smell like rotting flesh, only lasts for a few days, so you can imagine my irritation that it had the audacity to flower while I was interstate. Such impertinence!
I visited the gardens on the day I got home not expecting to see anything (or smell anything). This is the sight that greeted me (click on the links above for comparison, if you don't know what it looks like in full bloom):
Teehee. Rather flaccid. Coincidentally, I just learnt from Wikipedia that the plant's scientific name, Amorphophallus titan, means 'large, misshapen phallus".
Nevertheless, it's still an interesting plant, and some if its neighbours in the tropical hothouse were interesting and unusual too, like this white bat plant.
3 comments:
Ah, Peter Combe: how could you not remember him? He's done a few tours on the back of his songs being burnt into the memory of a generation. Edward J. Fox has always been a favourite, for sheer surrealism.
I found Chish and Fips online here, for anyone who missed out or is feeling nostalgic:
http://airplaydirect.com/music/petercombe/
Great photos.
Somehow Peter Combe's ouvre wasn't burnt into my memory (well, except for the first few lines of Chish n Fips but I don't recall hearing him sing it). I remember he played at the Corner Hotel in the last year or so and adults being excited about it, but it was lost on me.
Usually the gaps in my pop culture memory are due to growing up in the country with only 2 TV channels, but since one was ABC, and Peter Combe probably appeared on the ABC...I can't explain it.
I really enjoyed seeing Sydney, which I am quite familiar with, through your special perspective. Thanks for a great post.
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