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Tag Archives: Urban
Joe and Dough @ Capitol Tower
36 Storeys High.
Barangaroo
While walking around Wynyard station, I saw all these stickers on the ground, and my curiosity was aroused.
Following them, I arrived at what seemed nothing to be more than a gigantic construction site.
I eventually found out from these workers that the site was still under development.
As I continued to walk around the area, I noticed many old buildings and structures.
Something nagged at me about the cultural and social price of this development project.
Feeling suspicious, I did some research on the internet. While the official site paints a promising and rosy picture, there have understandably been those adversely affected as well. I guess a development project on a scale like this couldn’t have been done without sacrifice. But really, what are the sacrifices for?
Brisbane’s City Hall // Clock Tower
Right in the middle of Brisbane city, is the old and vintage architecture of City Hall.
We headed upstairs for the clock tower tour.
The one and only cage lift still in use in Australia!
The space up in the clock tower there was a little smaller than I expected, with room for no more than maybe 8 people to stand comfortably.
Could only imagine what the view would have been like when the tower was first built – unobstructed by development and progress…
Mount Coot-tha Summit Lookout
The highest point in Brisbane, apparently!
And as expected, it was packed with tourists on a Sunday. Still, being alone there, looking out at the city, sure helped me feel better 🙂
“It’s funny how some distance
Can make everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can’t get to me at all”
– Let It Go
Gumption Coffee // The Strand
Right in the middle of an old victorian building, stands this busy busy cafe.
Bourke Street // Surry Hills
It’s Autumn!
Yesterday marked the first day of autumn, with a whooping 38 Degrees Celsius. Found my thoughts still centered on home, on the foreign yet familiar alleyways, the company of those I feel I have known all my life, and the same yet different sky.
9 more months to go! (No it’s not a baby)
Time to get started on those assignments.
Disappearing Stories
The stories come,
Slowly at first.
Then widening, bursting,
into rivers of memories.
An article, a report.
The latest projects.
A new highway, a new line.
For development, convenience, growth.
The side effects:
Nostalgia becomes fashionable.
Old is hip, vintage is artistic.
Memories transform into profits.
Some stories are saved from oblivion,
But many slip away
from the shelves of memorabilia.
They simply
Disappear.
Along Life's Path 