February 29, 2012
February 28, 2012
February 27, 2012
On Cimitere Street, you'll find the outer supports for one of the former gas cells for the gasworks complex. My understanding is that gas was extracted from coal via heating, in a process known (rather whimsically) as "coal gasification".
When the innards of this gas cell was demolished in the middle of last decade, there was a rather strong lingering smell of coal-tar - the main by-product of gasification - for quite a few months. Not the most unpleasant smell in the world to some of us weirdos!
February 26, 2012
Another angle on the former gasworks complex. in a neat little bit of convergence, a contemporary LPG distributor have located on site in the last few years. More to come on this site, as I took quite a few photos here last week.
The familiar "COOK WITH GAS" sign at the top (also on the other side of the building) is composed of holes in the brickwork, so on a nice sunny day it makes an impression.
February 25, 2012
While I was taking some photos in the industrial area of Invermay on the weekend, this guy made sure I was (constantly) aware that these boats weren't mine. In fact, everything behind the fence belonged to this guy, and this guy alone.
I sure wasn't going to argue.
February 24, 2012
Wading out into the raging waters like a concrete hippo, is the bridge-without-a-name. Funny, I never thought to ask what it's name is, or if it has one. It's the one that takes the West Tamar Road onto Trevallyn and beyond.
Still, it is a lot braver than I, dipping its feet into a somewhat swollen South Esk.
February 23, 2012
Back in August, we had some fairly heavy rain in the north-east of the state. Usually, this means we end up with a lot of water draining through the Esk Rivers, and ultimately the Tamar. Richie's Mill, which sits a few metres above the high tide level of the Tamar & South Esk confluence, looks fine. This time, it was probably a tad close for comfort, as the sign & debris indicate the water came up over this section of boardwalk.
We have things in place in Launceston to avoid widespread damage from flooding, however eagle-eyed locals will have noted there are a few buildings that exist on the other side of the flood levees...
February 22, 2012
A pair of pacific blacks, out for a lazy paddle along the North Esk. They really didn't seem in a hurry - usually when I'm trying to take a photo like this, they inevitably move on before I've taken my shot.
February 21, 2012
February 20, 2012
You could use all the cliches in the world, but the fact is that small suburban petrol outlets like this in cities are an endangered species. This was one of the very few who still offered driveway service, and the staff were always very helpful. Unfortunately for outlets like this, the majority of people would rather drive to the supermarket-supported petrol stations in order to get that extra 2-3 cents a litre discount.
February 19, 2012
One of the mild ironies of Launceston is that the Old Launceston Seaport development is actually a fair way inland. In fact, the Tamar River is Australia's longest estuary, clocking in at 70km before terminating with the two Esk Rivers.
One of the defining features of estuaries is that they are tidal. So every now and then, the water runs back out to Bass Strait and we're left with the exposed river bed, which is pretty much just mud. This mud causes a lot of angst in Launceston, and millions of dollars have been spent over the years raking, dredging, blowing up, and generally just trying to shift it.
The ducks don't seem to mind the mud, though.
As an aside, I have started a new photography project titled Hong Kong In The 80s. It's worth popping in once a week to have a look, and should appeal to people who like old photos, Hong Kong, and the 80s.
February 18, 2012
Like a lot of people who love taking photos, I really dig old rusty crap. And the Inveresk railyards are full of derelict and sort-of-neglected bits and pieces.
I say "sort-of-neglected" because between the 1960s and the new millenium (still sounds fancy to say that), this area lay abandoned - a bit of an eyesore. However, in the 90s someone (or someones, I'd say) saw the potential for this inner-city industrial scab to become the city's cultural heart. A fair bit of money was poured into the project, and in the early part of last decade it became the sort of place you could go to have a coffee, see a play or football, view some art, play on old trains without fear of tetanus, or study.
It's really a swell place to spend a Sunday afternoon, if you're so inclined. Just follow the train lines...
February 17, 2012
A little cottage at the Inveresk railyards. I'm not quite sure what purpose it served, but as it's right beside the derelict line that crosses via a narrow bridge over the North Esk River my guess is it was some kind of toll house or check-in-booth for trains coming to the railyards.
Of course, nowadays it mostly functions as a target for graffiti, an object of curiousity to passers-by, and a subject for daily photo bloggers.
February 16, 2012
February 15, 2012
February 14, 2012
I've been walking past these two drink containers for about three weeks now. They just turned up one day and never left. Since last weekend, they have been joined by a beer bottle as well. As of this 7:45 morning, they're still in the same spot...
As an aside, I quite like the tiles on the pillar of this building. They remind me of sprites, Spectravideo-style.
February 13, 2012
I had a good time, thank you for asking.
February 11, 2012
February 10, 2012
February 9, 2012
This little girl has been camped out at my work quite a bit recently. One of my colleagues is looking after Ruby here, and I've been meaning to bring my camera in to work for weeks.
And finally, after quite a bit of nervous fidgeting from the subject, and cursing of slow reflexes on my part, Ruby struck a pose and held it for the fraction of a second it took to snap this one.
For the record, Ruby is a Tasmanian Pademelon (Thylogale billardierii), endemic to Tasmania. Quite a common beastie in forests, scrublands, and basically anywhere else you'll find open areas for feeding, and covered areas for shelter. They generally eat grass, but I'm reliably informed that Ruby here is partial to a bit of sweet potato when she can get it.
February 8, 2012
February 7, 2012
February 5, 2012
One thing I do like about going out for a coffee, is when it's a warm day, and you can sit in the shade with said coffee, watching the world go by, snapping away at the interesting stuff. Of which this sign is a good example.
The eagle-eyed might even spot the generally shy author/photographer in shot...
February 4, 2012
It's not discrimination, it's just that by and large, Tasmanians love their humour with a spoonful of irony. Seen in the window of an excellent vegetarian/hippy cafe on Charles Street.
The blueberry bagels with jam & cream cheese are particularly nom-worthy.
February 3, 2012
February 2, 2012
To me, it looks like the corner of an unfinished streetscape. Off to the left of shot, you can see the adjoining buildings don't quite fit in look or size - so Holyman House looks to me a little like a lonely cruise ship.