Friday, 19 December 2014

The Rocks - the hoi polloi

The Rocks is the area to which the convicts were assigned when Sydney was founded in 1788. It was steep, rugged, and barren. The convicts were not locked up, neither night, nor day. Being banish-ed to the end of the world was considered punishment enough.

Today, this area is much sanitised. Not totally bull-dozed, but probably unrecognisable even to folk who lived there in 1900.

Thursday, 18 December 2014

... the star in the East went before them ...

After finding this starfish adrift in the shallows on Clontarf beach at low-tide, I scooped it out and photographed it atop my grand-daughter's fish net. There were quite a few further out in the shallows, that the children had discovered.

I have tried to identify it, but to no avail.

Wednesday, 17 December 2014

A stitch in time ...

Not long ago, I showed you the ediface for Lincraft, which is a handicraft shop, just down from the QVB. Today I show you the display windows for Morris & Sons, also a handicraft shop, a wee bit further down York Street. The two shops could not me more different in tone.

Lincraft is all bright lights, and goods-a-tumble. I believe it could be described as cheap'n'cheerful - except handicrafts are rarely cheap. Morris & Sons is discreet, with subdued lighting, and sales assistants who maintain their cool demeamour.

Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Sea Serpents

The sea-serpents surrounding the clock here, put me in mind of the sea-sepents on the drain-pipes on the Hotel Lazun on Ile de la Cite, in Paris.
This is Customs House at Circular Quay. It was constructed in 1844, added to over the decades since then, and ceased being involved with the collection of customs in 1990. It now houses two cafes, numerous function rooms, and a branch of the City of Suydney library. On the footpath on its western wall, is the spot where it is calculated that Captain Arthur Phillip first raised the British flag on 26 January, 1788.

Friday, 12 December 2014

Empathy is no mean feat

She is 14 months, and just learning to play with inanimate objects and "pretend". She knows the WORD "pretend", as I use it everytime she starts to eat playdoh! I care for her three days per week, and her imagination has just taken off. It helps that she has an older sister.

She responds to the pretend train sounds, but the tracks are pointless. She just rips them up. The train-shed is a different kettle of fish. It had not occurrd to me, but the shape of the train-shed and the baby-cradle are similar.