Staying at the Toorak CWA Bed and Breakfast recently was certainly a different experience, and one I’m glad to have had – the gracious old building, set in lush gardens in a quiet street, was full of nostalgic keepsakes from another era. While waiting to go out for tea, I rambled about, camera in hand, enjoying the little details.
Chairs are, perhaps, my favourite piece of furniture; a chair is a self-contained thing, a place to be, to rest, to read, to watch TV, to do crossword puzzles in, to knit in – mostly all in solitary repose.
I recently travelled to Melbourne for work. Being a passenger, I amused myself with some drive by shooting. Trawling through all the not-so-amusing resultant photos, I found this one, with a little lamb gazing longingly through the fence.
Strange what amuses people; me, I’m enchanted by the things man has created, especially when it has something to do with transportation: I love old dials and gauges and dashboards, headlights, the curve of a bonnet (hood, for my USA followers), emblems and hood ornaments – even safety glass that has crazed into harmless little balls. Go figure.