When I don’t have time to properly format a post. Could involve any topic.
Carillion that serves no function than to beautify, break the mold and inspire; block hard lines of a building of national importance to express its reliability and stability, in the High Court; flags of various nations to place you, the viewer, the participant, in world consciousness, consideration and affairs: and grass and curves and colours and lake – and space.
A photographic journey from the Carillion back towards Fyshwick.
Gives a glimpse into the area’s past, with country undeveloped.
And first thing:
On my second coffee and it’s quite a lovely morning as it was the night.
It’s the warning you don’t heed that, if you can’t help it, gets you, I suppose.
