Sunday, October 15, 2006

Photographic Expeditions

The last couple of weekends I have gotten back into the habit of going out and about to take photos - this weekend perhaps to extremes, at least with the amount of time spent on my feet walking and all. It basically started last Friday, I had the day off, when during a spot of retail therapy in the city, I decided to head down to the Botanic Gardens and along the waterfront - yes, you caught me, there was a Young Divas concert at the Eagle Street Pier. Good singers.

But anyways, some of the shots down the Gardens look like they will come out quite nicely, and then last Sunday I was just feeling a spot of cabin fever, and decided to head out of the house with my camera for an expedition around the surround suburb or two. Spent two hours out and about, mostly walking, taking photos - ok, yes, I did buy my Economist for the week, and also headed to KFC - it was the constant advertising of the Official Burger of The Bathurst 1000 that got to me LOL.

This weekend I have been walking all over the place. I was always going to go to Roma Street Parklands today, but for some reason I felt like just sticking a pin in the middle of the city map yesterday, and headed out to Toowong. Largest cemetery in Brisbane, and I think you can get good pics at those locations. And next door to the Mount Coot-tha part of the Botanic Gardens, so would be a two fer one.

The cemetery is big, between 115 and 120 thousand buried there. There is the military section, a Jewish section, an Orthodox section - including a mausoleum in the shape of an Aegean Island church, blue roof a la Santorini and all. A husband of the granddaughter of William Bligh, the Bounty and all that, who himself was a mercenary in the Spanish Carlist wars before coming over to be a politician in NSW and Queensland has a good view over the city.

The second governor of Queensland, whose burial was the first at Toowong, in 1875 I think, has a Gothic style tower about fifteen to twenty metres high in his honour. And all the money that went on all that marble and wrought iron, not just there but all over the cemetery, and it just stays there, under nature's relentless onslaught. And over on the other hill, the gradient is so steep, I wondered how the pall bearers, the stone workers and everyone got up there to place the coffins. And then chased some pigeons, to try out the action setting on my camera.

Then over to the Botanic Gardens. Or at least that was the plan. Forty minutes later, yes, I did get the wrong street, I did start off by going in the wrong direction, I made it to the Gardens. Had a quick milkshake before heading into the gardens proper, and found a bus stop there, with the timetable and everything, so I had like half an hour if I wanted to catch the first bus, an hour and a bit for the second. After getting err lost, yes I will admit it, I didn't want to wait two and a bit hours, and not being likely to get home until 7 or so, so I wanted half an hour at first, an hour at the most.

Well, the half hour plan was out after about ten minutes gardening. The gardens at Mount Coot-tha are huge, especially compared to the hemmed in city version. I covered perhaps a third of the area in a rush, could have easily spent a day up there, and will keep that in mind next time. Very pretty out there.

Will blog on the multicultural thing either later tonight or tomorrow - lots of fun, lots of photos - the battery in my camera exhausted itself even. Lucky it's a rechargable LOL.

More later
Paul

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