Sunday Selections

I'm linking to River for Sunday Selections, and joining with others.

These dawn photos are interesting for this reason. The first was taken at 6.54 and 23 seconds.

I swung the lens maybe 15 degrees to the north and zoomed in and this one was taken at 6.54 and 49 seconds, 31 seconds apart. It looks like a totally different sky.

A three wicked candle. Things come and go into the highrise. 

The tall building on the corner of Toorak Road and Chapel St is on the site of a former tramway cable engine house, with the cables running under road pulling along the trams running on Toorak Road and Chapel Streets. The building, Capitol Grand LK Tower, even when almost enveloped by fog, still dominates. The Capitol name comes for the business that took over the building after cable trams were replaced by electric trams, Capitol Bakery, and remained so into my younger years. It then became Johnny Rockets, a kind of American diner specialising in burgers. It was also used for Gayskate, gay guys gathering to roller skate around a track. AFIK, no funny business happened when gay men were on skates.

Two unidentified dinosaurs have attacked dear Pteranodon. 

"Kosov, why have you kept sweet potato peels?"

"You will see, Onnnndrew".

He fried them and they were a delicious snack. 

At the corner of Carlisle and Acland Street, I remember the days when this was a corner milk bar, then a sex shop, selling adult toys and such paraphernalia, with a sex on premises venue upstairs, for men only I suppose. After a long period of closure, the building has been very nicely renovated and is now what I would call an Australiana shop. 

I could tease you with some words about its former use as a SOPV and my experience with the building, but it wasn't related to the upstairs goings on. When the shop was empty, the area at its rear with room for a couple of cars to park, was a mess. With a large double gate open, I stepped in for a a sticky beak. As I walked out a belligerent woman, without taking a breath told me as owner of the property, I ought to be ashamed of myself for allowing such a mess of junk and rubbish to accumulate and being exposed to the street. My character is that I think of all the clever are smart arse answers later, but gee I wish I was guilty as accused and owned the building worth a million dollars plus.

HH's daughter grew these chillies on her small farm, and I believe they are called Habanero chilli, possibly the hottest in the world. There is the obvious question as to why she grew chilli that she could never use, and why give them to HH? Perhaps they were meant for Phyllis and Kosov. HH gave dire warnings about using gloves when preparing them, and to stand under the range hood fan to extract the fumes. 

While I was waiting for Perl to be serviced last week, I took a rather long walk for me, and among the high rise buildings, factories, offices and commercial buildings, I came across this electricity substation. How great that it is kept, and for all I know, is still functional.

The little tower atop is cute. Somewhere on this wall is a door. It does still seem to be a working building, with modern signage. But can this substation deal with the vast electricity demand in the area? 

It seems not. Around the corner, this is where the magic happens.