Monday, 20 October 2014

Figment upon a Fez

The design engineer could probably see his dream in his imagination, but like many things in life, had trouble getting the vision to flow out the tips of his fingers. Perhaps it is simply a chap being held at gunpoint with a penny-bunger shoved in his mouth. Perhaps it is the last resting place of a fez afficionado. Perhaps it is a concept drawing for Escher's "Waterfall".

One of the saving graces of the seaside, is that stunted genius lasts until the next tide.

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Diplopia ... seeing double

Having achieved our aim of arriving early, the beach, although not deserted, was quiet. The Spring sun was above the ridge, but still low enough to cast a long, clear shadow. The sea-weed had hung there for many a day so, although wet, was not moist. It was shrivelled and taut, with a pungent smell. Looking more like reinforcing bars for a concrete slab, than shark-proof netting, the enclosure provides security, even though a Wobbegong could easily slither through.

Friday, 17 October 2014

Something for everyone

On Fridays, I walk over to High Strret shops. I enjoy the shops: the people are more like me, than the, probably, equally lovely people who frequent the Castlecrag shops. There is a myriad of ways I can mooch to my destination, and I am working my way through the variety. I nearly always, however, walk through, or around Willoughby Park. It was relatively quiet today, but the sky could account for that. There is a concrete path around the playing fields, which accommodates cyclists, scooter(ists), skate-boarders, walkers, and walkers with a leashed friend.
On the outside of the pathway - in the "corners" of the park - are: cricket nets, enclosed playgrounds for young children, a pre-school, a rotunda, and a community hall. There are picnic tables galore, and a couple of coin-operated BBQs. It is a lovely, friendly, family place to be. As I wobble along the path, nearly everyone returns my smile.

Thursday, 16 October 2014

Back to the future ...

Pleasant seems underblown, yet idyllic seems overblown. I hate to say it, bit the perfect description for Clontarf Reserve is "1950s". Could that possibly be an adjective? For mine, the beach is not commercialised. Yes, there is a Whippy van, but not under that name, and it sells coffee and croissants. I gather the cafe, Clonny's, ceased. Yes, the parking metres are daylight robbery, but there are free spots if you arrive early enough, and are prepared to hoof it a bit. There us not loud music. There are not ball games over nets by people with sculptured bodies. Yes, there is a lovely multicultural mix. I guess it is the family orientaion that appeals to me.

Wednesday, 15 October 2014

Ageing before my Eyes

This Banksia serrata (Old Man Banksia) is on the verge, two-doors up. I guess it takes but a single season to go through the stages of development of this flower. When the kids, invariably, whack off the "old man", I collect them to scatter through my garden. The Banksia serrata is not to be confused with the Banksia grandis (Bull Banksia). The Old Man is found in the SE of Australia, whereas the Bull is found in the SW of Australia. Natively speaking.