Manchester Lane
in Melbourne CBD.
in Melbourne CBD.
Sunsets
Airplanes
Boats
Water
It has its own stool. A few days later it had a can of SOLO on it.
Riding along the Maribyrnong River has some small surprises.
The sky was very strange the whole week last week, due to the smoke haze from the still-burning bushfires north of the city. The smoke haze is mostly gone now.
Saturday was the hottest day ever recorded in Victoria, some 47°C/116°F.
Later in the day, a plume of smoke from one of the bushfires blew over the city, obscuring the sky and making it dusty, hazy and awful. Incredibly awful.
Outside the city, it's even worse.
The worst bushfire disaster in Australia is taking place on the fringes of the city. As of now, 96 people have died in the past two days, making this one of the worst disasters in the history of Australia.
It's heartbreaking. People around the city are sad, worried about their families and friends in the country. The Premier, John Brumby, keeps giving news conferences and choking up. Grown men are crying when getting hugs from Prime Minister Kevin Rudd. A famous newsreader was found dead with his wife in their house; another woman was rescued with her children by her brother charging through a fire with a tractor (captured on 3AW radio, no less).
The fires may be threatening transmission lines, and have been knocking off power for parts of the metropolitan area from time to time in the past few weeks.
The nation is in shock. It's just so sad. Drought. Heatwave. Now this.
I got lost, but fortunately, I had my camera.
This building on Saint Kilda Road appears to be based on a French Curve. It's lovely.
Lest we forget.
Scotchmer Street in Fitzroy North is a bit of a time warp sometimes.
This woman looks quite a bit like the portrait of Lucrezia Borgia unveiled yesterday at the National Gallery of Victoria. More info here.
Who do you wear your poppy for? I wear mine for:
• my dad, who went to Iraq in 2003 and served during the Viet Nam era.
• my uncle who went to Desert Storm in 1991
• my cousin who was an MP in Kuwait
• my grandmother who served in the US Air Force in the Korean War era, who passed away 11 months ago.
• my Grandfather, who served in the USAF and met my grandmother in the Air Force (they were 1/2 of the first double wedding at their base)
• my distant relative who sacrificed his own life in Korea so that others could get medical help His CMOH citation.
• my other ancestors who served in the US Civil War, Revolution and other wars
• those who served, and sacrificed, so they know that they are appreciated and never forgotten.
Why do you wear your poppy?
After sitting around all afternoon watching election returns from home, I went with A-ru to some shopping and to the library.
I left him at Melbourne Central and went walking toward the library. A car pulled up next to me, the window down in the afternoon heat. I heard a familiar voice: that of my country's new President-Elect speaking of hope and change.
As I walked further toward the library, I kept hearing his speech, coming out of shops, resturants, cars on a busy Australian street.
After returning books and paying my fine (yikes), I sat in the library café. The barista told me that her colleagues were all huddled around the radio hearing my soon-to-be President speak. I smiled.
When I had finished and went to pay, I realised they were playing a mix of his speeches over drum-and-bass. How amazing, that halfway across the world, people are so excited about my new president that they would play remixes of his speeches in a café to set the mood and entertain their customers.
As I walked back to Melbourne Central, I picked up mx, the free afternoon weekly. The cover, pictured here, captures the sentiment. The banner has been turned into a stylised American flag. When I ran into A-ru again, I was beaming.
After eight long years, our national nightmare is over. The world will love my country once again.
A first for me – three dead tvs!
This dude was taking a dead tv from this collection place. I was really amused by the 2L bottle of half-drunk Coke.
N.B.: Bogan (adj., Australian slang) a redneck. See also: chav, white trash.
Here's a scary sight of an amazing toothpaste tube (not mine) I found.