However, I will interrupt with some other writing. I did not know that yesterday was the Caulfield Cup, an important horse race here, until I saw all the men and women in their finery. I love the mornings of Caulfield Cup and Melbourne Cup week where everyone who attends dresses up.
What I don't like are the after effects of good day out. Half of the attendees just go home, dignity intact, a quarter of the remains leave and seemed wired to continue to party on well into the night and the next morning. The last quarter are slovenly, pathetically and disgustingly drunk. They have vomit down their suits, they have pissed themselves, they find that gutters are a great place to sit and the blokes are even worse.
While I can hardly stand on a soap box and criticise, it is a bit sad that their last memories of the day will be where they passed out.
Later edit: No, it was the Caulfield Cup. That is next weekend.
As Autumn arrived in southern Australia, it became Spring in the Northern Hemisphere. It proved to be an ok summer in the Northern Hemisphere.
My late Step Father had an image of this woman in a print on the lounge room wall. Mother hated it. It is hardly appropriate for a lounge room. As soon as he was he dead, Mother removed it.
What is this arched opening at ground level for? Please tell me if you know, or suggest something. Wood storage?
No, not a trendy inner suburban hotel in Melbourne, but at the Royal Hotel in Queanbeyan.
Looking down at the garden of the building next door to the Highrise.
I am not keen on roses as flowers for home, but these worked well enough.
An elm tree is removed. They are old and sick, so City of Melbourne tells us. I am not so sure.
In front of the building across Kingsway, this renovated garden looks quite ok.
I have made it quite clear in the past that I am not keen on horses. Nothing has changed. Nevertheless, Bush Babe's son Dash has lost his horse Pickles. Your heart does not melt when you see them in this photo? Bless.