Saturday, May 31, 2014
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Thursday, May 29, 2014
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
Sunday, May 25, 2014
Saturday, May 24, 2014
On this trip I had some hours to kill in Civic and what perfect weather for doing so ... just sitting on a park bench reading a book in the golden autumn light rather than walking around the City Centre mall window shopping and buying things I don't need.
Then I struck on an idea of finding Animals in the city like I did in Sydney so over the next week I'll show you what I found.
Posted by Joan Elizabeth at 12:04 PM
Friday, May 23, 2014
Thursday, May 22, 2014
When you see the myriad of outdoor eating spots in Civic you have to give a thought to Gus who when I first moved to Canberra was having a monumental battle with the authorities to establish European style outdoor eating which was against the regulations. They took his tables and chairs. They took his awnings and poles and he persisted.
Now the windy alleys around Garema Place where his cafe remains has an almost Melbournian feel of conviviviality.
Posted by Joan Elizabeth at 12:00 PM
Wednesday, May 21, 2014
I found these three poets in Garema Place once an empty lifeless kind of place and to me now better than it was though others still think it soulless.
Judith Wright, David Campbell and AD Hope. All poets I enjoy. There were further poetical snippets set in the pavement, including one by Micheal Thwaites who I don't remember reading so looked him up. Here is one of his poems Canberra in Autumn.
Posted by Joan Elizabeth at 11:50 AM
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Monday, May 19, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
We visit Canberra each month so I am going to take you for a quick walk around the city as I saw it this week. However to begin, this was in the summer. They looked nice but I can't understand why flower baskets in Australia never seem to be as beautiful as Europe.
Posted by Joan Elizabeth at 11:32 AM
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Friday, May 9, 2014
Thursday, May 8, 2014
She is reading a letter to her friend. That is one of the joys we miss in this modern age. Christmas is about the only time we receive a personal letter in the mail. My Mum/Dad used to write to me every week and I used to similarly write to them. Unfortunately I kept very few of the letters.
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
Monday, May 5, 2014
Sunday, May 4, 2014
We owned and lived in an apartment in that block towering over Market City. On our way back from the visit with our cousin we decided to pop in for lunch and take a short trip down memory lane starting with familiar Asian smells (its in China Town) but I can't photograph those.