Tag Archives: History

Old and new……..

28 Oct

A recent visit to the vibrant melting pot that is Hong Kong allowed me to quickly capture a few of the sights……..

Lest we forget…………..

25 Apr

ANZAC day 2012

….at the going down of the sun,

and in the morning,

we will remember them……

 

 

 

Sugar………

21 Jan

Driving back from a job in central Queensland the other day, I realised that I was early for my flight and decided to take a few shoots from the local sugar cane growing area. The dramatic burn offs before harvest are a thing of the past and the little trains are no longer steam-driven, but the is a feeling of history throughout the region. Some of the old houses literally scream long hours, large families, and laughter, others desperation and despair.  I will go back a capture some of the areas buildings another time when I can do the dwellings justice. Some of the old houses and outbuildings are works of art, some are just structures of necessity.

Some of the carriages for the trains are just left standing in remote shunting yards waiting silently for the next harvest.

The whole area is so vividly green and lush, such a contrast to the inland across the nearby range.

Even the mill stood quietly waiting for the next influx of cane which will eventually make its way to our cupboards, a sweet reward for such hard work.

How things change……

29 Dec

I have often commented on the changes that have occurred to the way we live over the last century, if fact in my last post I wrote about the changes in air travel. Well today I took my kids into the Brisbane CBD to an area known as South Bank. Now lots of cities around the world are developing central areas into entertainment precincts, crammed with cafes, restaurants, public spaces inhabited by street artists (aka buskers), usually close to business areas to reduce travel for city dwellers and to attract dollars back into the city during holidays and weekends.

Today I counted over twenty eateries in a kilometre stretch along the South Bank area, including one Bistro that provided leather and cane sun lounges for its dinners ? I don’t know about you, but I think the only appropriate food to eat on a reclining lounge is peeled grapes, hand fed to you by a nubile waitress/waiter depending on your orientation. Ice cream, milkshakes, hot chips (fries) along with Italian, Thai, and ten other exotic cuisines where offered, and with the kids in tow milk shakes were the drink de jour.

South Bank is kids heaven for more than just food of questionable nutritional value, for some long sighted town planner included a beach themed water park.

A lagoon with real sandy beach, a rainforest creek, and so many squirting, splashing play zones that the sound of laughter and squealing could be heard from the underground car park.

All this clever construction started me thinking about what we has kids regarded as wonderful. A rope from a branch over a creek was the stuff that memories were built on, flying thru the air attempting to create mini tsunamis all over your friends was the best fun.A bit of research and I found this picture of an early swimming bath on the banks of the Brisbane river not far from the current epi-centre of entertainment……How things change ( I bet the laughter was just as loud).

History surrounds us…..

1 Nov

In this very young nation, we tend as a whole, to be focussed on looking forward and only remembering snippets of our short colonisation history.

Older countries such as England or Italy revere their past, and even the good ‘ole USA pays homage to the early settlers with much more fanfare than here in Oz. The older city’s of our great nation have monuments dotted around and some truly wonderful examples of colonial architecture. But one area that we tend to shun is cemeteries. These are archeological sites where no digging (creepy) is required.

Overseas’ it is seen as quite normal to make a wax rubbing of a persons headstone, whether they be famous, infamous or that the headstone is unusual. Here in Australia, there are only a handful of groups that participate in this art of recording the past. I am aware that there are only a relative few famous headstones that can be viewed or rubbed, however there are small, obscure grave sites dotted all over the wide brown land, and they tell stories of hardship, boom and bust and diversity. Next time you’re in the country and you see a small grave site, take a five minute break and have a look. It’s not disrespectful, after all your just stopping by to say gidday.

The following image was taken in a relocated cemetery near the Qld/NSW border that had been moved for the construction of the freeway. Headstones in this location dated as far back as 1824, a long time in our short history