Another taste of the Bendigo streetscape.
Alas I’m going to be sans intertrons for the next week and a bit as I take a bit of a break.  I’ll be back to continue the post a day quest from the first week in May.

A recent trip to Bendigo afforded the opportunity to wander the streets, albeit briefly, and marvel at some of the majestic gold rush period architecture.  The town hall, hidden back from the main street, is indeed one.

There’ something wonderfully simplistic about ‘dashboard photography’.  The premise is that as dusk approaches, you crank up the F stop and increase the exposure time to let in a fair bit of light.  This, coupled with your forward velocity at 30.58ms-1 coupled with the undefined velocity of vehicles heading towards you lends itself not only to a fairly interesting picture, but one which is truly unique as it would be nigh on impossible to replicate.

Simple, sure, but simplicity does not in anyway dictate beauty.

I’d also not recommend you to try this at home while driving…

Albany Hwy.

Bluff Knoll is a fascinating place and I recently had the chance of visiting at least the base of it.  While the walk up was inviting, it was amazingly cold and the thought of six kilometres taking four hours meant that I wasn’t quite that keen.

But I will be back!

As the title says really.  Geese are so experssive.

This fine specimen was more than happy to pose for me in the yard of Ford House in Bridgetown.  Even without getting snappy!

time, all the long red lines
that take control
of all the smokelike streams
that flow into your dreams
that big blue open sea
that can’t be crossed
that can’t be climbed
just born between
oh the two white lines
distant gods and faded signs
of all those blinking lites
you had to pick the one tonite

holes, dug by little moles
angry jealous spies
got telephones for eyes
come to you as friends
all those endless ends
that can’t be tied
oh they make me laugh
and always make me cry
’til they drop like flies
and sink like polished stones
of all the stones I throw

how does that old song go

how does that old song go

bands, those funny little plans
that never work quite right

Anyone who’s been paying attention to this site will know that I’m a pretty big fan of signs and how we use simplistic images to convey powerful messages.  This image in particular is one of those examples and just happens to be one of my favourite signs in recent times.  Simple, straight to the point.

Warren River National Park.

The Warren River is not so much to look at in early autumn, owing mostly to reduced water flows and the somewhat sluggish nature of the water.  That said, framed in lush green foliage, once can only imagine what it’d look like with a brisk winter flow.