Qantas Jet, flying home

I've only got this long left in Australia:


Wowza! It still rained! And I still went! Despite having no hat, no umbrella, and only a leather coat! How’s that for determination? Still got up at 9:30, walked all the way there to the Circular Quay (which, by the way, isn’t circular) and missed my ferry the first time, had some awful prawn fried rice and a generic muffin… but hey! Zoo! I’m leaving tomorrow, in… what, 17 hours? Good lord. I better stock up on my last meat pies, and start getting used to driving on the right again. Without ado, or much of it about nothing anyways, here’s the spoils of the day:

Sydney Orange Transit Sydney Rain off the Roof Human? Taronga Zoo, angle 2
Kookaburra Posed For Me Kangawho? I'm gonna lick dat Standoff Rain Shelter for Marsupial
Giraffe in the Transient Sun *Sigh* Goat Licker Peacock Dirty Look Shelter for Koalas

A Naturewalk in Airlie

A naturewalk in Airlie, let me say, takes awhile. You’ve go to get past the houses, first of all. And there seem to be a lot. Just follow that creek, past the construction noises, and eventually you’ll end up in rainforest.

Leaf Alone Water in the Jungle Tangle Big Ol' Lizard Stick Sludge
A Shell Fell in the Forest Plenty Foliage The Green River Moss Riverbank Clinger's On

Urbex: Awesome

…just as I knew it would be. Yesterday, after I wrote about how I might be leaving soon, I decided to make good on my time left here. I went through some disused railyards near Spencer street where I live, then had to cross the very-used railyards to get across.
The Not-Empty Railyards Showing Some Age Fast Train, Tags
I needed to get to a collection of bridges over a small river where I thought there might be drains. No such luck. Moral: don’t trust satellite pictures. But I continued downstream until I found where it met the larger Yarra river. There I found an inexplicably undeveloped wharf, right near the high-rises of Melbourne’s Docklands.
Pier 21, Door Old Docklands Wharf: Bridge and Wharf View to the City
The next day I decided to go a little deeper down the rabbit hole. I went down to the Yarra river specifaically to look for drains. And I found one. Right away. Big one, too, and well visited. Seems the Cave Clan throws its annual award ceremonies down here. The place is called “Cafe le Chambre.” Which of course, means “Chamber Cafe,” in high-school french.
Drain, Where Church Crosses the Yarra The Cave Clan has been here Cafe le Chambre, Open
Altogether, a pretty interesting two days. And I’m just gettin’ started.
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One Year of Flickr

Wow! I realized today that I’ve been using Flickr for a whole year now, as of April 18th. I’m established. I’ve got 631 photos. I’ve come a long way since that first photo. That counts for something.

I just got done uploading a new batch from over the Easter weekend. A selection:

GPO Filagree Light Wide-Eyed Smoker #2 Spencer Station Smooth Roof Right Side Up Painted Skies Flag of Official

Far and Away

We have pictures. Many, many pictures.
Trees and Skies Sun in the Eucalypts Sign in the Sky Olive Branch
Barb Dwire That's a Spider Spiderman Bug Australian Army Ant
Amber Waves New Walking Boots Who Zat
These are all from the road trip. It was one hell of a week, but I didn’t actually make that many sales. It’s a problem… or a learning experience, as I’m starting to say. Hope will hold me for the moment.

Dérive, Melbourne Photos

One of my favorite concepts to explore, especially while travelling, is dérive. It’s the idea that you can experience a place better exploring it by whim, impulse, and curiosity. It’s urban zen.

Sadie Plant, the situationist, wrote:

to dérive was to notice the way in which certain areas, streets, or buildings resonate with states of mind, inclinations, and desires, and to seek out reasons for movement other than those for which an environment was designed. It was very much a matter of using an environment for one’s own ends, seeking not only the marvellous beloved by surrealism but bringing an inverted perspective to bear on the entirety of the spectacular world.”

I was taught this fascinating concept by a very personally influential individual: Aaron Ximm. He goes by the alias Quiet American, and his hobby is listening to things. Check the notes of “Circumlocution” on (one of my favorite ambient albums) Vox Americana to understand his unique approach.

My approach, since my beloved bionic microphones are out of service, has been to wander the city armed with a fickle but lucky camera. Now I am not a photographer—but I do watch carefully. And I’ve got a Flickr pro account. That, my experience has been, is enough to compensate.