Autumn is such a nice time of the year in Melbourne. The evening light can be amazing, warm and golden, although the temperature may not be warm. Apartments across the road with tortured trees.
South Yarra basking in a warm glow.
South Yarra sun reflections.
Box Hill illuminations.
A rather unusual car I found somewhere on the net, sponsored perhaps by Cadbury.
Looks rather French to me, also found on the net.
He was a real hunk and with a pink pogo horse.
For his birthday Little Jo gave R a hamper of English food products she bought at her local supermarket. There must be an English enclave nearby as we never see these in any supermarket we have been in. We are having roast beef tonight. I pronounce 'shire' as in Yorkshire short. R mostly pronounces it long. We do the same with Devonshire, and he tells me I am wrong. Any other way of saying it than the way I do sounds wrong to me. We agree to disagree. We also disagree on the pronunciation of Edinburgh, with R inclined to a more literal pronunciation than my Endbrough. Words, ever fascinating. Marrowfat peas! I can't wait to try them!
Kangaroo paw bed in Frankston. Kangaroo paw is the floral emblem of our state of Western Australia.
I think agapanthus are grown in all but the coldest and hottest climates and are known all around the world. Residents of our building planted these at the base of the elm trees along the frontage of our building. Softens the impact of cars a bit.
No no. No private cars in Swanston Street. My, have I seen some very strange maneuvers by motorists who get trapped after ignoring umpteen signs and road markings. This one has decided to ignore the obvious fact that in the middle of a large city, there are no other cars on the road.
Clever, in our suburb of St Kilda.
We don't have to go into Flinders Lane or Sydney's Surrey Hills to find a pool exposed to the street. This one is in Chapel Street, South Yarra.
A hamburger restaurant in Bourke Street has an almost life sized fibreglass statue of cow in tiger stripes. Why?
We recently visited Heidi Gallery to see the exhibition of the art of the late and great Mirka Mora. Much of her work was bought by Heidi with a good bit of public fund raising. Terrific. We went through all of the Heidi galleries. We had never been in the original house before and it is lovely and so much nicer than the brutalist house built in the 1960s. We have decided that much modern art is not really our thing, even when explained to us. Even some mid 20th century art by the Heidelberg School of Painters is not to our taste. We have been to Heidi a few times and I have posted about it before. This was the only thing I found of interest to photograph.
Naughty varmints are corellas. They have been visiting the city to feast on London Plane Tree seed pods.
Only people as mad as us would pay so much for a Smeg kettle and toaster, and they aren't terribly good. The kettle is so heavy. Almost immediately the lid started sticking. The toaster toasts each side of bread unevenly.
"Boss, this light pole is a bit split?" "Well, knock a few of those things into to it." I am really not sure about these things driven into the pole and how they can help the pole.
Japan. One can only hope that someone knows how this all works, and that there is succession planning for when that person retires or falls dead from work stress. Found somewhere or 'tother.
Cyclists fight with motorists for road space. Meanwhile pedestrians remain remarkably calm when their way is blocked by cars stopping where they shouldn't be after illegally entering blocked intersections, and the pedestrians just walk around the cars. Mind, pedestrians aren't guilt free at times either.
I was on my way to West Coburg showing a tram enthusiast from interstate around who wanted to take this trip. As we rounded this corner, the tram stopped abruptly and the female driver jumped out to chastise the van driver. Rightly so as he was in danger of being squished.