The Melbourne Star revolves slowly on its unequal-star axis.
Colours pulse, change, move, are extinguished, then re-ignite the skyline.
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Here is my literal interpretation of a Melbourne icon.
See Tim’s interpretation here.
I attempted a more abstract interpretation.
‘Fed’ Square is a place where people gather – to eat, talk, listen to music/those with something to say.
The buildings that surround the square become topics of conversation too … not just for what they house, but mainly for how they look.
On this particular morning the square was empty, apart from the occasional pigeon and a security guard or two, emphasising, to my mind at least, the gathering-space nature of this place. That’s how I’ve decided to interpret today’s Melbourne icon.
Tim’s interpretation of Fed Square is here.
You can get lost in the laneways.
When you do, remember to look up …
And look in.
Tim’s interpretation of Melbourne’s laneways is here.
We happened to be wandering around the city just after sunrise this morning.
Not that we could tell the sun had risen; it was one of those squidgy kind of sunrises where the day doesn’t get any brighter in a hurry.
There were no sunbeams to bounce off the Eureka Tower, no glints of sunshine to lighten the mood … but there was also no breeze to touch the surface of the river.
All was calm.
This is my interpretation of today’s theme of ‘the river’. Tim’s interpretation is here.
My husband Tim has been engaged in a 365 (or is it 366 because of the leap year?) photographic project for almost … well, almost 365 days now.
Tim has invited me to end this project with him, and so I will be uploading an iconic image as I see it: two views of the same icon.
Our perspectives are quite different: I tend to be more literal, where Tim often tends towards the abstract. As in many things, we complement each other.
Below is my take on the Royal Exhibition Building; here is Tim’s.
Metaphorically speaking, that is; there was no harm to a literal horse in my ‘getting back on’.
Okay, I’ll be clear. I know some of you don’t work well with metaphors, so I’ll be like, ‘literally’ all over this blog.
I haven’t taught on-campus (as in students in the same room as me) since semester 1, 2014.
Yes, that was two years ago. And yesterday I did it again.
And you know what? It felt good.
I was prepared, planned, organised, ready … I had even practiced smiling (although when I practiced in front of the mirror I scared myself, so I determined to only smile when absolutely necessary).
The students were lovely; responsive and mature in their attitude, willing to share their ideas and discuss meaty concepts.
After 18 months in the professional wilderness, of trying to determine who I am professionally, it felt good to be able to think of myself as a teacher again. To act as a teacher again; to be a teacher.
And the best thing? I get to do it all again next week.
Oh, and one other thing … by the end of class my face hurt.
I think I overdid the smiling.
Musings from the cold 