Mellbourne: what can I say...it's a city. People, cars, trams and buses elbow each other for room and modern buildings loom over older and more graceful structures. All around is movement, colour, smells and commerce on a grand scale. From Victoria Markets to the tiniest curiosity shop there are goods that tempt you to spend and spend and .......
I was a pushover!

Every now and then there is an oasis. The park that hides behind the aging houses of Coburg and the carbon monoxide haze of Sydney Road is literally a breath of fresh air and space. You can walk along a pleasantly overgrown riverbank for a kilometre or two and emerge onto a vast green lawn with curving paths, large trees and a lake full of free loading waterbirds forever on the hustle for a free feed.

I loved the architectural vastness of Southern Cross Railway Station with its wonderful roof full of light and shadows. The place ebbs and flows with the energy of the commuters and the personalities of the trains. ( I love trains and tend to anthropomorphise when I see them)
(Had to look that spelling up!)

Small things...you don't have to be big to be beautiful. Seduced by the sunny morning and needing any excuse not to have to look at a house that needs cleaning, dusting or blow torching, I spent an hour or so with my camera in my backyard and my neighbour's yard.
My neighbour grows beautiful flowers and I grow beautiful weeds. (The dandelions are mine.)

We live in a world of contradictions.
At any moment on the earth there are different people putting equal effort into saving or taking life. Millions of dollars are spent on research, drugs and medical techniques aimed at prolonging and improving life. Simultaneously someone , somewhere puts the finishing touch to a "weapon of mass destruction".
Environmentally the same thing happens. One group fights to save the kilometre square habitat of a tiny frog, while half a world away huge forests are clear felled to make toothpicks and chop sticks.
Consider for instance the creek near my home which adjoins an area which is being carefully re-generated after over 30 years of use as a garbage tip. What had once been a natural wetland full of waterfowl and fish had been turned into great mound of garbage. The enormous task of reclaiming this area has involved barriers to prevent domestic litter being washed into the creek and the river it flows into, and massive replantings of local plants and trees. The area is still polluted and far from pristine but the birds are gradually returning.
We continue to be obsessed with human history. We reinact it, read about it and archaeologists are forever trying to dig it up. Why don't we ever seem to really learn anything from it. Thirty years ago it was probably a local council who saw a "swamp", deemed it worthless and began to dump on it. Now we are spending hundreds of thousands of dollars in an attempt to re-establish this little piece of natural environment so casually destroyed.
Why do we continue to make the same mistake over and over again to varying degrees all over the planet, when history gives us so many past scenarios to learn from.

Where the wild things are.......or not.

Just arrived home after two weeks in North East Tasmania. A mixture of wilderness and "ordered woods and gardens" where the borders between are often blurred. Fifteen years ago while visiting the southern and western area of the island native animals were frequently seen on the roadsides (admittedly some as road kill, but the evidence of their existence was there). This time the only places I saw native animals were in wildlife parks, and many of those were "rescues", like the magnificent pair of wedgetails in the photograph..no longer able to fly. Facial tumour disease is decimating the Tasmanian Devil population and although there is a great deal of fund raising and research happening no one seems any closer to a cure or solution. The platypus is falling victim to some sort of nasal virus which has been carried in from the mainland and to which the local population has no immunity.
So all the monotremes and marsupials we saw were behind bars! The platypuses and echidnas at Beauty Point at the end of the Tamar highway never see natural sunlight and are cossetted in a privately owned wildlife "Hilton" Well looked after, obviously treasured and loved but definitely living the high life not the wild life!
It is argued that these displays (zoos if you like) help to educate and promote the "conservation" of these amazing creatures. But why then is their habitat disappearing even faster each day and their populations diminishing at an alarming rate? Why too, is the increasing need for rescue operations and sanctuaries falling to private individuals who struggle on with no government funding. These people are forced to turn their "parks" into petting zoos with domestic farm animals displayed alongside echidnas and devils.
So what exactly are we teaching the kids that visit these parks. That animals are more desirable when they are on display and on our terms. It doesn't matter that we are taking over their habitats we can always breed them in captivity! And besides they are so much more accessible this way, with so many cute photo opportunities!

Will today's children's children ever experience that wonderful feeling of spotting a glimpse of a truly wild animal, free in its natural habitat and untouchable.......not by current predictions they won't!

To have and to hold...
Have not been able to miss the media hysteria over that wedding this weekend. It's true the bride was beautiful, and gracious amid all the hullaballoo, the groom handsome, the dresses exquisite etc, but they were totally outshone by a celebration and ceremony taking place half a city away.
I was privileged to join in a gathering of friends and family who were celebrating a couple's lifetime of love and achievement. After fifty years of life together, the love these two people have for each other remains as steadfast as the day they were married.
Standing in front of the marriage celebrant, hands clasped tightly, these two beautiful and dignified people reaffirmed the vows they made half a century ago.
Congratulations Norm and Shirl for showing the world how it should be done...no fanfares, no limousines, just living your life with love and respect for each other and your family.

Now Nic and Keith that's one hard act to follow!

Wow..so easy!
Just been listening to a cd of "Hat Trick" a band that started in 1982 and has celebrated its second "reunion" with a "retrospective cd" launch. The venue was the Harp in Newtown, Sydney on Sunday 18th June. What an amazing atmosphere. A combination of virtuoso talent,vibrant personalities and absolute joy in performing produced an afternoon of riveting entertainment.
Michael Fix began the afternoon with a solo set on guitar. On his cd "Web of Dreams" he says that he likes to create pictures with his music. And this is what he did. His music passes through many moods, thoughtful, playful, downright mischievous! Front row at the Harp with Michael Fix's music enveloping all...and he's playing just for me...he he!!