The eternal question...

For those of you still bothering with this little photoblog, my deepest apologies for the massive and unannounced halt in proceedings. A fortnight ago I was knocked well and truly for six by what was apparently a nasty bladder infection which also entailed 4 sleepless and rather desperate nights in a row due to nausea or unbearable stomach cramps or a joyous combination of the two. At one point I honestly thought I would have to be propped up by buscopan and maxolon for the foreseeable futue. Such was my delerium. Not fun.

In the meantime I have recovered (and learnt how to sleep properly again!), but am still without a car! Maybe I need to bite the bullet and take a bus into the city one Saturday. Anyway, here we plunge back into the routine.

Complementary Opposites

Who knew a giant pile of gravel could be so aesthetically pleasing?

Running the angles

Because I have found myself habitually taking pictures of powerlines and the like, I usually employ a bit of self-censorship and avoid them all together. This beautiful mass of angles, however, I could not resist. Found up the quiet end of Hindmarsh Drive.

Cool-hand Luke

Every day on my way to work I pass this inscription and wonder who are you? where do you come from from? Ok, sometimes I just walk right past without even noticing, and the inscription does answer my first question. I find it curious nonetheless.

Blossom for me, Rose...

Despite the biting winds, spring is just around the corner, I can smell it. (Argh! My finger! This occurs frequently, it's amazing I don't do it all the time!)

Before Sunset

Looking from Duffy, back across Holder towards Weston with the sunset behind me.

Tender is the Night

This is my first City Daily Photoblog Theme Day, yay! This time around the theme is night, which allows me to indulge my ongoing obsession with street lamps! Click here to view thumbnails for all participants

Littlewing

This image begs a story, and I have been toying with many throughout the day. It is the discarded wing which I assume once belonged to a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo. When I took it this morning, frost still crisp on the grass it rested on, I felt as though I had stumbled onto a crime scene, a private and violent happening of which I was a post mortem witness.

Good day sunshine

Walking to work yesterday at 7am.

Autumn in Canberra

Taken whilst walking up my street

Bus stop, Holder Shops (part 2)

Because once is never enough.

Bus stop, Holder Shops (part 1)

Awesome bird mural on the bus stop at Holder Shops

Misty morning

Leaving for work at 6.30am yesterday morning. The fog was so thick I had to drive 40 km/h all the way there. Excuse the bad quality, I just wanted to share the eeriness.

Dare to Dance!

Anyone who has lived in Canberra, or been to Canberra and followed signs full of promise such as "Deakin Shops" will know that in virtually every suburb around the city there is the modern equivalent of the corner shop: a half block of shop fronts that will always house a grocer and maybe a cafe, take-away or a pharmacy. Though it is absolutely contrived I like the concerted attempt to foster (in some small way) a sense of small scale community. Every time I go for a bottle of milk I see the same faces, and they recognise me. It's nice to know that I'm not getting lost in the crowd.

This little dance studio is part of my local 'shops'. It's always interesting to walk past and see the girls in their black leotards doing moves I could never even dream of! Makes my walk and grocery run that little bit more fun and proves that sometimes enjoyment is closer to home than you think.