Sunday Selections

River and others participate in Sunday Selections, to use those photos you've never found relevant to a blog post of its own.

Today, Sunday, at 9am my windows will be retinted for reasons that are quite clear in this photo. Three have already been done for various reasons, seven to be done today.

A 68 year old gay male walked with his 80 year old female neighbour and two 22 year old gay southern Indian overseas students to rendezvous at an Indonesian restaurant with a female friend who has lived for over two decades in northern Japan. While such a mix may not happen in rural Australia, I rather like that it does happen in inner Melbourne. 

On this building is the image of a long ago deceased Aboriginal man, William Barak. There are some places where the image is clearly visible, but as we walked near to the building, it wasn't visible. However, when I pointed my phone camera to the building, I could see the image on the screen, and so could my companions on their screens. Quite weird being visible in the camera screens, but not to the naked eye. 

 

Further along, we walked past an army drill hall, no longer used for that purpose. It had these nice underfloor ventilation openings. What would such vents look like in a modern building? A bit of plastic pushed into a gap, I would guess. Some real thought has gone into this design, repeating along the side of the building. 

 

I sent two Christmas cards, and obviously I received more than I sent. 

If I was being common, I would call this the arse end of Arden Station, but I am not, so I will call it the rear entrance, which I didn't know it had when I initially visited. It is the perfect place for a kiss and drop off place, yet the stopping restrictions are quite...restricting, shall I say. Not one car came down the street in the five minutes I spent there looking around

I think this was on the station concourse as I walked towards the lifts. Rather cool, hey.

A new version of our City Square was unveiled above Town Hall Station and it is rather awful. There is lots of seating along the edges of a paved area, which you would think be good but they are exposed to the sun. Don't think these planted gum trees will offer much shade, planted in with lots of weedy looking plants. It is horrible. A weak sun in our winter, spring and autumn might be nice to sit under, but in our summer, no one wants to sit in the sun, and get a dose of strong UV rays and later develop skin cancers. To add to the outrage are these grass trees (black boys), which would have cost thousands for each one. Rejection of foreign deciduous trees that allow winter sunshine through and terrific shade in summer is just crazy. I consider this square of nothingness to be the worst part of Metro Tunnel development. 

Never pay retail, and I don't. A new shirt and new shoes, 40% off. Fifty cents for this very sturdy paper bag, with a cardboard base to carry them. It seems such a waste to put it into recycling. I got rid of two other similar bags, along with this one. 

I is innocent! Jass likes this new bed, just outside my and the lads' bedrooms. 

She is not innocent. This is the sacrificial toilet roll. While this one sits here and readily available for her to claw and chew, she leaves the rest alone.

 

Was there a Walt Whitman high school in a 70s US tv show? I know Whitman was a writer or a poet. Doyle stayed with him and nursed him, until Walt's death. The inner'net told me so, and therefore it must be true.