Southern Cross Station, the terminal at which our train
arrives in, and departs Melbourne for Geelong.
Suburban North Geelong station.
The terminal from which we leave
and arrive back in, Geelong
Although this shot is facing the
prior to reaching here.
It is also a place where many lives,
either knowingly or unknowingly,
intersect each day.
My contribution for this week’s challenge…
To me a leaf looks green and leafy…until
I stumbled across one which I had
converted to a negative.
With the original (photo) and sunlight behind it
we can see a whole system of veins
which transport water, food, energy
through the leaf and on to the rest of the plant.
Sydney’s ‘coat hanger’ does not all that impressive
from this perspective.
In fact not as big as the boat?
However as we commenced our walk across the bridge
it took on a whole new dimension.
Six or eight lanes of motor vehicles and
one or two train lines were woven
into the structure of the bridge.
All this held together by many rivets and tons of steels.
About 12 – 15 years ago our beloved Spencer Street Station
was re-modeled and given a makeover
prior to the 2006 Commonwealth Games.
All I saw was a ‘wavy roof’ which looked nothing like
the old Spencer street Station…AND
it was renamed Southern Cross Station.
How dare they!
to look up, and notice…
the many tons of steel which hold up the ‘wavy roof’.
Now I have grown accustomed to her face.
Black and White Tuesday
May 03, 2016
V/Line makes the trip, from Geelong, in about an hour.
However, upon arrival umbrellas were being held high.
I did not/don’t possess one and
dislike walking around Melbourne.
I’m a country boy.
After lunch at the shopping centre
formerly known as DFO…
I settled for a couple of shots of
the Spencer Street end of Bourke Street.
It is only three or four blocks between
here and the main shopping centre of Melbourne.
However, even 40 years ago I detested walking in Melbourne.
I could walk all day in a woolshed or out in the paddock,
However, walking from Spencer Street to Elizabeth Street
(there is only King, William and Queen Streets in between)
would have my feet protesting and shins aching.