Tomorrow I hope to complete the journey, with the dozen photos I took down Bourke St… watch this space!
So I made it out of the house, for a quick trip to the chemist. I packed the iPhone (as one does), and the next thing you know…
It was my rostered day off today, and I had planned to shoot a photo essay on Southern Cross station. I took tram 112 at the usual time – as if I was going to work – and got off at Edinburgh Gardens, then walked to Gertrude St. It was great to get up close to the sights I observe on a daily basis, as well as dig around to discover details I can’t usually see from the tram.
Here’s the pick of what I saw along the way:
And last but not least, here’s one of Melbourne’s top 100 influential people
We took the girls into the City this morning, to see the Myer Christmas windows. I made sure to pack the SLR for some detail shots that the iPhone just wouldn’t have delivered.
I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoyed taking them!
I remember when I first saw video of Melbourne CBD and Bourke St Mall, and I was amazed that the trams passed right through the pedestrian mall. Back then, Swanston St was a thoroughfare too.
I took the tram to Spencer St this morning and stopped in at Gloria Jean’s on the corner of Collins for a caffe latte (since my International Roast on wake up wouldn’t be enough to get me through the morning).
I walked down Spencer St and turned up Lonsdale, where I happened to discover that the large redevelopment site which has already fascinated me for some time was, for once, open. As much as anything I am fascinated by its NOKIER tag practically on the wall of the nearby Men’s Gallery, and the notion of that sordid den’s excesses and allures juxtaposed with the devastation next door. I wasted no time darting in and furtively capturing these images.
The Bobcat appeared around the corner just after I had clicked the shutter, and without hesitation, I turned and scarpered – out, past the KEEP OUT warning signs, and off to work.
On the way home, I spied this car park entrance on Spencer St and I had to shoot it. Consider it a bonus shot if you like.
shame about the dental problem…
The train home was so jam packed, I couldn’t see my stop, and by the time I had barged my way past three or four passengers and alighted on the platform, I realised – like Dorothy – things weren’t quite right. I had got off one station too early, at Croxton.
At least I was able to capture an adorned wall and alleyway which I had spied from the train carriage many times before. And I needed the extra exercise walking home too.
