While visiting the SLV to attend a conference last week, my colleagues and I were privileged to be given a tour of the grand old building, including the iconic, perfectly-lit domed reading room (top left) with its ranks of sculpted swivel chairs and desk (top right).
Visiting Luna Park after tea on Toorak Road, we stopped for a while to watch a posse of photographers take part in a night-time bridal photo shoot with two “wedding couples” outside the Luna Park entrance.
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.
Alright, okay…you know me well enough by now, so I’m just going to come straight out and say this: when I first saw the octopus pressed up against the transparent walls of its bubble, it was love. On my side, at least. With Octopus cocooned and snuggled into that bubble, it was possible (covertly, in the cover of sporadic darkness) to give that thing a kind of psudo-cuddle, rather like wrapping oneself around an unborn baby. I wanted to hang around that exhibit all afternoon, communing with my many-tentacled friend through the glass.
Last October I visited the Melbourne Aquarium, and took hundreds of largely awful photos – while I might be able to shoot a reasonable scene from a moving vehicle, I haven’t mastered the art of capturing moving subjects. I keep promising myself I’ll get back in that folder and edit some of them, and finally I made some time to do that tonight.
Today was, thankfully, the last day in hospital for My Good Man, and once again I found myself at the eighth-floor window with the Diorama mode. Looking down at the carpark I was enchanted by a young girl doing cartwheels across the raised central circle, and then watched as a group of patients and visitors took a seat at the edge to get a change of air. (Though that area is marked with a “No Smoking” sign, many of the people using that space disregarded it anyway.)