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Tomorrow morning I pack my bags once more and fly home to Hobart. I have had a most excellent little holiday, but I am ready to be home again now. I've had a chance to put my brain back together a little better and I think I'm ok to cope with my day-to-day reality once more.

I am tired, my muscles are a little sore and after 6 days of laryngitis-induced near-silence I finally have my voice more-or-less back. Grand adventures have been had and shall be posted about once I'm home and have sorted out the photos. I'm on an alcohol and cheese break as of now for the next month or so while my body recovers from the abuse and neglect of the last 3 weeks (work trip to Brisbane, back in Hobart but too sick to do anything, then far too much wine & cheese in Victoria).

Life, eh?
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Dear life,

Could you please slow down a little bit? It's all a bit crazy at the moment.

Kind regards,

Wellington Road

Of course, life's not going to listen, so please bear with me for the next 5 weeks or so until we get things back under control. Work has gone utterly mental: I've got 3 trips away to deliver workshops and a shed-load of work to do before and after each of them, plus a progress report due and another project that's been languishing needs to be wrapped up and delivered to the editors, all by the end of May. As Gordon Ramsey would say, fuck me!

Wellington View 1

Weekends are also epically busy. Last weekend we went down to Hobart on family business (congratulations to both ozbreakerRui and zenandtheartAmanda who recognised my view of Dusk over the Derwent estuary, taken from Mt. Wellington, Hobart, Tasmania - you win my everlasting esteem), and this weekend coming I'm photographing a very good friend's wedding. Needing to say I'm shitting myself over that one just a little.

Wellington View 5

The weekend after that we'll be belatedly celebrating our 2nd wedding anniversary. The original plan was a romantic get-away of camping and hiking down at Mt. Barney, though since I get back from Mackay at 9pm on Friday night it's most likely to be an exhausted weekend of catching up on sleep and re-aquainting myself with the couch! We'll see how we do though - hopefully I"ll manage at least a day trip and a bit of a bush walk.

Wellington View 3

Speaking of bushwalks, here are a few more photos from sunset atop the rather scenic, if somewhat freezing, Mt. Wellington. No we didn't walk up - we didn't have the 5.5 hours it would have taken to get up and down again - but we did go for a shorter bushwalk down at Fern Tree before we drove up. No doubt I'll get around to putting up those photos sooner or later. In the meantime, please enjoy the view )
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When the street blossoms

Summer in the city, I'm so lonely lonely lonely;
I've been hallucinating you, babe, on the backs of other women.
And I tap on their shoulder and they turn around smiling
But there's no recognition in their eyes.

Oh summer in the city means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage,
And don't get me wrong, dear, in general I'm doing quite fine.
It's just when it's summer in the city, and you're so long gone from the city
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes.

When it's summer in the city,
And you're so long gone from the city,
I start to miss you, baby, sometimes.

Urban Blooms

This is Dickson Street, Auchenflower. For three years I walked down this street at least once a week and never took a photo.
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Today I'm in one of those obnoxious sort of moods where you're bored but don't want to do anything.

I'm very tired, but I've had too much caffeine to sleep. Besides, I'm tired because I've been beating my body clock into submission all week, and my body clock is naturally rebellious. The concept of a 24 hour day is completely foreign to my metabolism, which swings somewhere between 28 and 20 hour rhythms. This morning I woke at 6, got back to sleep at 6:45 then got woken by the alarm at 7. It was nearing midnight when I nodded off. Anyway, we had plans for the morning: a ride to the Newfarm Farmer's Market for breakfast and a little shopping. We got to the market at 8am and it was already populated by 3 times more than a reasonable amount of people. Also, people with little shopping carts need kicking repeatedly until they learn to to leave their carts sticking into the stream of traffic when they come to a stop. And that stopping to have a chat with 3 of your mates in the middle of the walkway is a really mean thing to do, especially when none of you have bothered to get your carts out of the way. Next time I'm wearing steel-caps.

Anyway, we eventually got breakfast, after feeding the muffins we first bought to the birds. I had poffertjes and a very good pastie, while Alex had a German hotdog of some description. Oh, and coffee! We bought some lovely-looking radishes, kipfler potatos, swiss-brown mushrooms, Lancashire sausages, a pork pie and a delicious-looking loaf of rye bread with caramelised onion and caraway. There wasn't any change left from $50 after that. So much for farmer-direct discounts! A little after 9 we'd had more than enough of the crowds and went on our way. In future I'll remember to get there by 7.

The ride back home was eventful. As well as nearly being taken out by a flung-open car door (abuse-inducingly nearly, though I didn't hurl any it was deserved) I found some old tram-tracks in Teneriffe to catch my wheels in and spotted lots of rather photogenics things but I couldn't be bothered stopping and pulling out the camera. I know, I know, but I'm feeling very photographically de-motivated lately. It's partly the pain of post-processing with my computer problems, partly getting frustrated with the limitations of my camera and largely laziness. Anyway, I eventually did take some shots because there was a cruise ship in harbour at Hamilton (and a veritable sea of people waiting to board her). So here you go: The Pacific Star (a little worse for wear).

After that we stopped for more coffee and cake closer to home, then I failed a blood test - no matter where she stuck the damn needle not a drop would come out. *sigh* Now I have to go all the way to Kedron tomorrow for another attempt. Boo, hiss, etc.
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Right, if I don't write this now, it's not going to happen.

A reminder of civilisation. I used to be afraid of these when I was little. I thought that at night they came alive and went stomping over the hills.

It's 7pm Sunday night and I'm pretty much ready to fall asleep. Alex has just made me tea though, so I should be able to stay awake long enough to sample the delishous-smelling dinner he's cooking. I've worn my self out by being far too active for a weekend, despite being tucked into bed on the safe side of midnight both Friday and Saturday. The explanation for being this stuffed starts back on Friday morning, when I hopped on my bike to go to work, but instead of making the 10 minute trip to the train station, I thought I'd try the 20 minute trip to a station further on. But once I'd got to that station, I couldn't get across the road for the traffic, and it really wasn't far to the next one, then by the turn-off for the next one I was almost at the city anywya, so it wouldn't hurt to just take the train from central and head in to work then. But the traffic was worrisome so I ended up going around the edge of the city, and then I was at the Gardens and there's a lovely bikeway all the way from there until Toowong, and it'd be as fast as the train, and by the time I got to Toowong I was only a hard 10 minutes from work with one big hill, so what the hell, right? I had to walk up the BFO hill, but other than that I made it all the way in about as much time as it would have taken me to take the train from home and walk the rest of the way from Indooroopilly station. 19 kilometres, 1 hour, 16 minutes and 16 seconds. I know this because Alex bought me a trip computer recently and it's inpiring more cycling.

Lots of people and animals out on the beach, including a horse (if you look hard enough).

Anyway, I decided that after riding all that way that I'd ask Alex to collect the bike and I after work because I'd likely have trouble getting home under my own steam. By home time I was feeling up to it, but I got a lift anyway, and we treated ourselves to dinner at Laksa Hut in Toowong on the way home. Mmm, chicken & mushroom hot pot and salt & pepper tofu! We were home by 8 but spent the next few hours treating each other to massages, relieving my tired limbs.

The sky was high and blue-blue-blue (and I hearts me my polarising filter).

But what on earth happens next? )
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Ok, so tonight's dinner was good enough that I think I should post about it. I made Fish Curry on Red Rice, following my standard make-it-up-as-you-go-along method and I think it worked well enough to warrant me writing down what I did. It would have even been healthy if it weren't for the entire can of coconut milk I put in...

Here's the recipie )

My cupboards/fridge/freezer are currently full of exotic ingredients like belt beans and red rice thanks to hitting the Continental, Indian and Asian grocers recently: heavenly! I'm a big proponent of Slow Food, but don't often get the chance to shop for groceries away from the supermarket and local (very good) green-grocer and butcher. I really must make more of an effort, because this sort of food is just too good.
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So a few weeks ago now I went to Roma for a couple of days work. Roma, six hours west of Brisbane (being generous with the speed limit) and on the western edge of the Murray-Darling basin. It was my first time that far west, the previous farthest being Goondiwindi, where I went for a two-day workshop last year. Gundi surprised me: it was not the blow-through town I expected. Roma, however, was pretty much spot on.

a veritable field of (noxious) Mexican poppy, Maranoa River

Not that it's a bad thing, really, to be a sleepy little country town clinging on at the edge of the dust. Dependent on bore water, with a bowls club, a decent Chinese restaurant (highly unusual so far out) and a good bakery, she's all wide, flat streets and boab trees, a tiny green oasis. I knew it was going to be dry out there and oh it was. We didn't have the highest strike rate with finding water.

Weir pool, Balonne River

I like to go west now: the sky full of birds by day, and milky with stars at night. Wandering mobs of emus picking clean the struggling crops, competing with flock upon flock of galahs and sulphur-crested cockatoos. Grey kangaroos and wallabies grazing by the roadside on dusk (and far too many road-killed by the careless). No time, however, to pull out the camera and watch when there's work to be done. Only time for a few shots once each site is done. That was Roma.

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Alex, myself and a few friends went to Mayhem on Easter Saturday as a buck'n'hen type celebration. Good friends, great music.

piccies )
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Well actually, it was more like jazz meets pop.

This morning, after enduring the unique torture that is leg waxing, we went to the Valley. The markets were on and we also needed to stock up on Asian groceries, so we decided to make a day of it, myself, Alex and Josh. First stop was a commercial kitchen suppliers in search of a garlic press I won't break. Even the all metal ones only last me 2 years at best. Kitchen stores are a sort of wonderland for me: I worked in kitchens through uni and am a bit of a domestic gourmet, so I oohed and ahhed over lots of utensils as gismos. Came away with a piping bag, ladle, parfait spoons and a commercial-grade garlic press. All good!

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