In Queanbeyan Cemetery

September 28, 2012  •  Leave a Comment
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An angel with personality, I thought, and a bit raggedy, like the cypresses in the background.

A Photographer At Work

September 28, 2012  •  Leave a Comment

scrivener dam

 

You have spotted him (or her) of course. I was also at work, of course, but was rebuked by two yellow-waistcoated municipal employees for being too close to the water’s edge. I just restrained myself from giving them the finger. There was a knee-high fence and a sign which said “Restricted Area. No Fishing. No Swimming”. I took this to mean entry was allowed, as this is Canberra where, if they want to forbid something (and they often do), they leave no room for confusion about their meaning.

 

Tantangara Dam

September 28, 2012  •  Leave a Comment

A pano of Tantangara Dam in the Snowy Mountains of NSW, taken from just to the right of where the road crosses the river here. The dam was much lower when the Google Maps/Google Earth images were taken, so they don't show any water. I took this a month or so ago, after heavy rain in the mountains, but only just got around to stitching and editing it.
 

 

First Post in a While

September 22, 2012  •  Leave a Comment

It is laziness, pure and simple. A more precise description could be provided, to give a bit more depth to the impression of self-flagellation that the word "laziness" might give, but there is nothing wrong with the word itself. 




 
 
 
 



 

I just spent three days in Brisbane, whose river before a storm is pictured above, visiting an exhibition of Spanish painting from the Prado at the Queensland Art Gallery and looking at other paintings (in particular some by William Robinson in a gallery devoted to his work at the Queensland Institute of Technology). I had put in some work on the Prado paintings, reading the substantial catalogue a couple of times along with a few other works on Spanish painting. This, combined with having ample time to look at them, gave me a kind of affectionate familiarity with the paintings from the Prado that enriched the pleasure I took in them in a way which made clear the value of research in the specific context of aesthetic enjoyment. Knowledge is not the enemy of feeling or pleasure. 

I have been reading Kingsley Amis, The Old Devils, with great satisfaction. His prose is so good - it has the depth and vitality of poetry. I have avoided him hitherto, except for a few odds and ends, for reasons of which I am not fully aware, but which have something to do with disapproval. The  loss has been mine, of course, and no small loss. Or rather,  no small opportunity, to read him now.

Another photograph from Brisbane: a church visible from Queen Street, which I think of as "Brisbane Cathedral" just because of how it looks and not because of any knowledge of its correct name. I regret not visiting it. I like sitting in Churches. Maybe next time.




 

 

Eye of the Beast

April 23, 2012  •  Leave a Comment

giraffe

Taken at the Canberra Zoo, to which we (L and K) took Jake and Julieanne and Chloe and Quillan and Blair a couple of weeks ago. The heads are usually so far up there that you can’t see the eyes. I liked the zoo, perhaps  because it had more greenery and space for the animals than I had been expecting. What beast is that?

 
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