Friday, September 11, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are Cecily with The Striped Shirt; Life With Kaishon with Here's To Kids Who Are Different and Maggie May with Home On The Canals. The other top contenders were Life ... Or A Reasonable Facsimile Thereof with Words Fail Me; James with In Remembrance; Gautami Tripathy with Misty, Dusty; Honey Mommy with Laborious Labor Day; Expat Mum with Don't Judge Me, But ....; Bella Mocha with Getting Up With A Glow and An Indian Summer with Rijuta's Art. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

With all practicality
Just celebrate hilarity
Let’s pledge to end the dearth
Of widespread spontaneous mirth

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Rudder

Looking For A Change Of Direction

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


Because the rudder of any deep-sea vessel is mostly concealed beneath the surface of the water, I jumped at the chance to shoot this image about six weeks ago. This is the Polly Woodside, a 19th-century vessel built in Belfast, Ireland, by the shipbuilders Workman Clark & Co Ltd.

A major landmark here in Melbourne, she was restored in the early Seventies, to be used as a museum ship for The National Trust.

This was shot on 17 July, on a sunny winter afternoon here in Melbourne. I could have pushed the lens through a gap in the wire fence, but I chose this composition deliberately.

By using depth of field to concentrate on the rudder and the stern, showing the vessel’s name, you can actually see the criss-cross of the metal fence in the immediate foreground.

This image might not have been as effective if I’d shot it on a cloudy day. Because of the bright, sunny conditions, the metal fence pattern shows up brightly as it reflects the strong natural light.

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Up, Up And Away

I Feel The Need, The Need For Speed

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


It was a very murky dusk when I shot this series of images of a US F/A-18 Hornet as part of a sequence at the Australian International Air Show at Avalon in March this year.

These are all uncropped images. Aviation photography can be very testing, because you seldom get a second chance for a shot. But in the top left-hand corner of the image below, you can see the slightest hint of a cloud wisp.


The bad light really tested me that evening, because the weather conditions deteriorated very quickly. The next day, however, it rained constantly, so I guess I was very lucky to get any shots at all!


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Richie Richer

Where’s The Nearest Deportment Store?

An illegal immigrant who scored a big win with a lottery scratch card in Sweden has appeared on television to collect his winnings - even though authorities have been trying to deport him. The 28-year-old won a tax-free prize of 1.2 million Swedish kronor.

FOOTNOTE: Swede revenge.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's winner is Belgian Waffle with A Break From Our Scheduled Programming. The other top contenders were Katyboo with Happy Birthday Tallulah; Blueberries, Art And Life with Don’t Use Your Good Shoes For Brakes; Weaver Of Grass with Toadstools; Life At Willow Manor with Rhythm; A Picture A Day with Good Morning; Jo Beaufoix with Poor Daddy; Richmond Zoo with Cracks In The Wall; Wicked StepMom with Will It Go Round In Circles and Mrs Jones with The Beginning Of Autumnwatch. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Is there a word that rhymes with "highway"?
Not unless you consider my way
Is there a word that rhymes with "marbles"?
Apart (that is) from Aesop’s farbles

Towers Mahal

This Doorway Is 350 Years Old

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


In 2003, I spotted this ancient, carved archway in the courtyard of the Taj Mahal during a day trip to Agra from New Delhi. I figured it was perfect to frame this spectacular mausoleum, especially since the sky was very hazy.

I took some shots with the pre-digital SLR I was using at the time (it was 2003, after all) and I was walking away when my young son urged me to take one last shot, as a backup, with a little Ricoh Instamatic. Luckily I followed his advice.

When we got home to Melbourne, I handed in all my film to the Kodak store that always processed my work - and where I had bought all my film for the trip.

They called me later to say one roll of film was completely blank - and I was devastated when we worked out (by process of elimination) which one it was. I had lost every SLR shot of the Taj - except what I had shot of the UNESCO World Heritage Site with the Instamatic!

Later, when I checked the spools in the Kodak store, it became apparent that it was a reel of film I had bought as a back-up in New Delhi, a few hours before we went to Agra.

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Show Us Your Moves

For Heaven’s Shake

A top chess player was knocked out of a grandmasters tournament in India - when he was judged too drunk to play. Other players kept shaking him to wake him up but officials decided the player wasn't in any condition to carry on, so his opponent was awarded the match.

FOOTNOTE: Wake-up call.

Wednesday, September 09, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are The World From My Window with Party Tea And Toast, Will You? and Rune with H Is For Hanging Drops. The other top contenders were Dagenham Dave with Wackos Wanted. Apply Within; The Three R’s Blog with How A Little Ray Of Sunshine Lifted My Mood; Chewy with Osanna Ostrich; Sandy Kessler with My Blessing To The Liberal White Bigot; Cedar Key Daily Photo with Am I Blue; Prospero with Enigma; Terra Farmer with ET Of The Insect World; Sandi McBride with How We Came To Have So Many Pomegranate Plants. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

He caught the ferry
To Pondicherry
And found inner peace
On a two-year lease

H Is For Highway

Gee, Dad Found His Own Way In The Outback

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


See, it’s perfectly logical. I used to get lost. Not because I am a bad driver, but simply because my aptitude for navigation does not always, ahem, match my driving skills.

So when Mrs Authorblog presented me with a GPS last year, the gods in every religious pantheon breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Right, we don’t need to worry about him getting lost – ever again. "

The GPS was great fun. I hooked it up even if we were driving to the shops, just for the novelty of hearing a disembodied voice actually telling me when to turn, which direction to turn, and how long it would be before my next cross-street. I reckoned I had found Nirvana.

When we flew interstate in January this year, it was the first thing I packed. As soon as we stepped off the plane in Perth, capital of Western Australia, I proudly marched up to the rental car desk, claimed my big Camry, opened the driver’s door in the sweltering heat and even before I turned the aircon on, I connected the GPS and put in the co-ordinates for the Sheraton.

Piece of cake. Never been to Perth before, but I drove with as much confidence as locals who had spent all their lives there.

But a couple of weeks later, I blotted my copybook. Just when the family figured I would never get lost again, I did. Yes, the GPS was operating and I turned left when it told me to turn right. You could just about hear the GPS clicking its imaginary tongue and intoning gravely: "This bloke’s a moron. "

But I recently drove a 1200-kilometre round trip up the bush, into neighbouring New South Wales, to the beautiful little Riverina town of Temora. I was on my own, without the family for the first time in clan history, because it was just a quick in-and-out trip for research purposes. But I reckon Mrs Authorblog and the Authorbloglets were placing wagers on how soon it would take me to get lost.

I left on schedule, arrived at my destination on schedule, drove around the town without any dramas and then drove back to Melbourne on schedule. No big deal?

Mate, I did it all without the GPS. Yes, I had it with me in the car, but I never once turned it on.

Just one word of warning. Next time you see me, don’t tell me "Get lost" – because I probably will, literally and metaphorically.


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Little Car, Big Value

It Hasn't Used Much Fuel, Either

A Mini which has been driven only 148 miles in 20 years is worth more than it cost in 1989. Its owner paid £5,800 in 1989 for the cherry-red Mini 30, but all its parts are original, the paintwork is perfect and even the oil has never been changed. It is now valued at between £6,500 and £7,000.

FOOTNOTE: More than the sum of its parts.

Tuesday, September 08, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's winner is Gaelikaa with Lost And Found. The other top contenders were Woman At Work with Dear Wine, I’m Sorry It’s Over; Protégé with Havhingsten The Sea Stallion; The Gioia’s Chronicles with Childbirth My Way; Love And Survival With Fragile X with You Don’t Ask, You Don’t Get; Beth with Do You Know Lucifer?; A Woman Of No Importance with Dreams, Wishes, Fantasies and Fat, Frumpy And Fifty with What I Did This Summer. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

I once walked the plank
With a pirate called Hank
But he fell in the ocean
And raised a commotion

Hats Off To Her

This Could Be A Scene From A Pre-War Movie

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


I was walking down a café zone in Melbourne about six weeks ago when I noticed a woman walking several metres ahead of me. It was a cold afternoon, with low cloud, a bit of drizzle and a testing wind.

She had on a hat and full-length coat and for a split second I wondered of there was a film or documentary crew somewhere, shooting her as she walked down the well-known lane in the central business district.

I had my camera around my neck, so I just sprinted a few yards and shot a quick frame, composing the shot instinctively to tried an exclude any extraneous elements and simply concentrate on a head-and-shoulders-from-behind shot that placed her in the context of the street, against colours that complemented the red-and-black ensemble she was wearing.

Yes, I know it’s not the sharpest image I’ve shot, but it’s here on my blog because it’s a real depiction of a shot taken literally while I was at full stride. A few seconds later, I realised she was not an actress, and that there was no film crew.

But I caught up with her anyway, introduced myself and said I’d taken a couple of shots as she walked ahead of me. I offered to show her the images on the LCD screen of my camera and said I’d delete them if she had any reservations about being photographed, albeit in a way that did not identify her.

But she told me she had no objections. So this is the story of that shot …


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Cop Out

It Wasn't Crime, It Was Science

Dutch police swooped on what they thought was an illegal cannabis farm - only to wreck a scientific experiment. The plants were part of a legal experiment on the use of cannabis fibres in textiles, paper and synthetic materials by the University of Wageningen.

FOOTNOTE: Smokescreen.

Monday, September 07, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's winner is Merisi with September. The other top contenders were San Merideth with Indian Market; Shrinky with It’s Not My Visitors I Miss So Much; The Depp Effect with Will He Live, Do You Think?; Oasis Writing Link with Bon Appetit; The Things We Carried with Summer; Southern California Woman with Hobbies And The Dilettante; Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered with Bewildered By The Thump and Shadow with Light Within Your Hand. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Governor Walker bought a fat porker
Before he was transferred to Majorca
He crafted a collar from rope and twine
But sold it for a dollar to an uncultured swine

Think Pink

Spring Symphony Comes In Many Colours

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


As a child, I always wondered about the expression "as fresh as a daisy". Surely, I thought, there were other flowers that were bigger, taller, brighter, more infused with wonderful perfume …..

You see, I grew up in Calcutta, India, where we had a sprawling garden that was big enough for a badminton court near the driveway, a full-length cricket pitch near the back door, as well as an enclosed sanctuary where such missiles as soccer balls and cricket balls could not do any damage – and several long, broad garden beds.

So in my childish mind, there were many varieties that looked fresher than daisies, which I thought were probably a bit mundane.

Then I grew up (ostensibly) and married Mrs Authorblog and I became the designated gardener, teaching each of the Authorbloglets in turn everything I knew about horticulture. So when we built our own home and I had the great pleasure of designing and planning the garden, I planted some daisies that act as a beacon of the seasons.

There are huge mounds of golden-yellow daisies in winter, white daisies in late winter and now the scarlet daisies as spring loosens winter’s grip. And yes, I have finally realised that "fresh as a daisy" is entirely accurate and legitimate.


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The Cars That Ate Paris

This Time, It’s Not A Movie

Police in Paris are dealing with traffic anarchy after the mayors of two feuding suburbs declared the same busy street one-way - but in opposite directions. There was chaos among bemused drivers at the point where the rival systems converged, with all traffic forced down one side road.

FOOTNOTE: Pierre pressure.

Sunday, September 06, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

If you bare your solar plexus
On the streets of Paris, Texas
You’ll be slapped with a fine in double-quick time
Before the town clock has had time to chime

Dude, Where’s My Carp?

Looks A Bit Fishy To Me

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


I shot this over the long Easter weekend, while we were in Sydney. We had just walked into a café and while a group of friends and the rest of the Authorblog clan trooped in to place their order, I announced I was just going to spend a couple of minutes on the street with my camera.

This was on the wall of the Manly Fish Market, famous not just for the quality of its produce, but for its proximity (a stone’s throw away) from Manly Beach.

The surf was up that evening – but I was more interested in taking photographs. You just gotta do what you gotta do, right?

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The Sunday Roast

Not Just A Flash In The Pan

This week's interview is with Eddie Bluelights,
who writes the blog Clouds And Silvery Linings.



Here's the first of the standard questions.Why do you blog?

My reasons for blogging are different now compared with when I began. I have always wanted to have a crack at writing - at first I saw blogging as a vehicle to develop my untested writing skills and to relate my ambulance experiences to ‘an audience’. Little did I appreciate just how difficult a task lay ahead of actually 'gaining an audience' and just how persistent I had to be to make any success in blogland. By success I mean receiving comments and acquiring followers.

I wrote a post about all this entitled A Blogging He Would Go! but suffice to say that once or twice I almost gave up entirely, having acquired just two ‘animated’ followers, a woman trying to sell me wallpaper and someone considering I required the services of a dating agency! Geepers! I already have one ‘trouble and strife’ – isn’t that more than enough? Two would be impossible!! My first post was a serious one about losing a dearly beloved renal patient and only one person read it - I was very disappointed but I did not realise at the time it takes time to get established.

My reasons today for blogging are entirely different. I love writing, reading other people’s work and posting my comments - but it is all very time consuming! Of course for me the most rewarding aspect of blogging is receiving comments for one’s labours. Time is sometimes rather limited so it is not always possible to visit people as often as I would like but one has to have a balance with life outside blogsville.

I started comedy and creative writing with my Mickey the Budgie stories and these caught on with some folks who signed up as faithful followers. From then the enterprise grew very gradually with a wider audience gained, resulting in turn with more comments received, responding to subjects like a Harley Davidson motor bike boasting in broad Shakespearean just how great he is and this led me to suppose what life would be like today if we all talked in broad Shakespearean.

Blogging becomes a bit addictive after a while and I think the reason for this is the social aspect. I have made some very good friends and email a few really close people regularly. To stop doing this would be a wrench for me now. The television does not get a look in these days but my wife thinks I am totally crackers for spending so long in this other world!! - a world which in many ways makes much more sense than the outside world in which we live.

What is the story behind your blog name?

The name Clouds and Silvery Linings originates from a Stanley Holloway monologue, The Return of Albert, in which Mr Ramsbottom tries to console his wife after their son has been eaten alive by a lion, remarking to her, “Let’s look on the bright side, mother, what can’t be helped must be endured, every cloud has a silvery lining, and we did have young Albert insured.’ It just seemed to fit like a glove to an idea I was trying to achieve at the time, posting some sad stories sometimes mixed with some funny stories, with not much in between – a sort of bi-polar approach. My good friend Janine at Sniffles and Smiles does the same thing with her blog with very good effect. Incidentally Janine and I started out in Blogland at about the same time.

My other blog, Plato’s Procrastinations is a fun blog and I used a ridiculous but catchy name to suit my rather over-developed sense of humour, with Plato and Socrates living at a recently excavated site where they somehow come back to life and are currently holidaying in Rhodes together. If they ever come back I shall be really ‘stumped’ – I’d be completely lost with their far superior intellect!! Incidentally on this blog I have posted most of the Stanley Holloway monologues, including, The Return Of Albert.

What is the best thing about being a blogger?

I see blogland as a community and a large family of wonderful people with each person as an important constituent member, rather like the inhabitants of a beehive or an ants' nest - all different – all contributing in his or her own special way for the good of the community. I love trying to encourage new bloggers, fully realising what a struggle it is to get going and achieve success. I have met some wonderful people - many are now personal friends – helpful, friendly, encouraging and talented.

I see some friends, or even strangers, who are sometimes upset about something or other and it is a privilege to try to reach them and cheer them up a bit; leaving them a word of hope, a spiritual cuddle, a kind word - anything to help them. Along the way I have met some truly great writers, photographers, artists, poets and story tellers. Some leave me standing from an academic and intellectual level – some poetry and poetic writing is way over my head, yet I can tell these friends want to come and visit little old me from time to time and usually they like what I do and like what I say. They seem to all like my humour.

I love leaving witty and humorous comments here and there, particularly for the ladies – it is all such good clean fun and they all seem to come back for more. I see the blogging arena as a stage where I can unwind and perform and make people laugh and sometimes make them cry with a sad story. It is a huge escape valve for me from the outside world which I call Cosmos Diabolicus.

What key advice would you give to a newbie blogger?

Crumbs! That’s a bit difficult for a fairly new boy! However, I remember some of the mistakes I made and would advise new bloggers of these pointers which I had to learn how to rectify the hard way:

1. Don’t make posts too long like I did. 700 words is enough because the reader wants to see 20-25 people as well as you during this sitting and if he sees a huge mountain, no matter how well dressed, he will not read it all. He cannot. I know! I'm a fat one to talk!

2. Even in a serious post inject some humour to break up the rhythm and make them read on.

3. Use photographs and always take a camera – everywhere! I have missed some great photos by not doing so – a car on fire, some animal stories lost because I missed some unusual situations. Just one photo can make a short story, like my recent Peacocks in my garden - they just dropped in from nowhere - clean out of the sky, and this time the camera was there, ready for them.

4. Try to make posts relate to personal experiences. This is something I have started to do much more recently and it is beginning to unlock more doors. People can understand these and relate to theses posts, like my recent ambulance stories I am doing, or my bird nest boxes.

5. This works for me, but be careful. Flatter the ladies, including some nice compliments in your comments. I love doing it and if done tastefully and politely it will win you friends. But always make sure your Dr Jekyll is in total control of your Mr Hyde – I have gone a little near the mark once or twice – naughty boy! But I know no offence was taken – thank God!!

6. Persevere – Rome was not built in a day, as Lola will tell you. I think the real answer is commenting on other people’s posts regularly, which alas I cannot do enough of at present due to pressures at work. Be witty and interesting in your comments - and above all be genuine.

What is the most significant post you have ever read?

Bearing in mind I have been on the scene only seven months or so and I have not yet met every talented writer, I have some really great recommendations. There are several bloggers whom I must read, every time. If I had to choose just a few I would chose Meredith Teagarden of The Things We Carried, currently on vacation. In my view her post which moved me most, almost to tears, was Men in Black and White and Khaki. At this moment in time I would rate this post as the finest I have ever read - anywhere! All of Meredith’s posts are wonderful and I would not miss reading any.

Another truly great writer is Janine at Sniffles and Smiles, currently taking a well deserved rest, and all her posts are POTD material, some sad and some funny. In fact Janine has had more POTDs than hot dinners and all her output is a 'must read'. She is conspicuous by her absence right now and we all miss her.

I do not like mentioning just two great writers because there are many more. For me personally I like Lola at Aglio, Olio & Peperoncino for her all round ability with her fabulous menus and historical postings – all meticulously researched, crafted and presented – so interesting. And I can tell you she is a lovely lass as well with a great sense of humour (thank God) – a real poppet and she is very tolerant of a 'kitchen ignoramus' like me who has 'two left spoons' when it comes to cooking. She, too is on vacation currently, as is my next choice, another great writer, photographer and good friend, Cherry at The Girl from Cherry Blossom Street and I cannot forget a great talent and highly popular lady and a celebrity, Debbie at Dishing with Debbie.

You see we all meet people in blogland whom we really like – everyone I have mentioned is a good friend of mine, including some of my more recent introductions to whom alas there is no time to mention. In fact I know there are other great people out there I have not met yet - I'm looking forward to it.

Jim at Suldog is a real treat to read and I love ‘sparring’ with him – we have had some great battles recently but underneath it all he and I are real softies. Jane at Gaston Studios always provides an exceptionally interesting story. And there are many, many other super writers, Erin at Woman in a Window and Michael at The God of Another World to name but two - these are two in fact who are a little too clever for me but are good friends. You see I could go on and on – quite simply I feel greatly privileged to be doing this Roast because actually I look up to all these people and admire their work greatly. Forgive me not mentioning other greats - time and space is limited.

And, of course David’s rhymes, anecdotes and posts at Authorblog inspire me to add my bits and pieces - I love doing that.

What is the most significant post you have written?

It has to be my fun post, They’re Off: Bloggers’ Grand National in which all the principal riders were bloggers and their horses were their blog names. This was such great fun to write and everyone seemed to love it and all wanted to win the race so badly – some want another race next year, crumbs – how the ‘ell am I going to do another one??? It is a pity though that some really great characters have emerged since this post, previously not known to me at the time of writing, and the race would have been much better with them in it - just imagine Jim at Suldog in it as well!! The mind boggles!!.

This post broke all the blogging rules – it was far, far too long but I got away with it because it had to be very lengthy to achieve the end result when everyone was shattered with sheer nervous exhaustion. When the race was finished the poor commentator nearly had a heart attack - his voice was an octave higher and in musical terms he was speaking Presto Agitato and with a huge Crescendo. I was stretched to the limit of my creative writing ability to keep attention throughout this very long and gruelling race – I made the horses talk, I met a lovely lady en route and several of us spoke in broad Shakespearean whilst all the rich American punters got impatient and threatened to ‘bust my ass’ if I didn’t get on with the race and to quit talking that Shakespearean crap!!

Other posts I enjoyed writing were Mickey the Celibate Budgie and Mickey the Lovesick Budgie – these really caught on with my early readers. I have written a three part love story, And Lead us not into Temptation, a five part play, 767 Weddings, 2 Irate Vicars and Almost a Funeral. And, of course I have written more humour and some serious material as well.

Currently I am relating my ambulance experiences - there are some very funny memories and some very sad ones as well. I issue a warning as a preview of coming attractions! I am working on another big production where we can ALL have some great fun - another 'biggy' like the Grand National - watch out you may be in it! Watch this space - but it will take a while to complete.

If someone two years ago had told me I would have done all this I would have called them stark raving bonkers. Not even in my wildest dreams would I have thought this could happen, let alone did happen.

In conclusion I would like to thank two people who kept me going during my early days with their encouragement – I thank you Janine and I thank you too David, and I wish all new bloggers every success with their blogs and posts.

Once again, David, thank you for the roast – as usual I have been a bit verbose and consequently been on the spit for a while and although I am well done I must get off because it is getting far too hot and unless I escape I shall soon be a burnt offering.


Today's Sunday Roast with Eddie Bluelights is the 82nd in a weekly series of interviews with bloggers from around the world.

Tee Time

Who’s Yo Daddy, Caddy?

A female caddy service in Britain which provides glamorous models trained in golf etiquette has been banned from courses for "damaging the reputation of the sport". The women, who wear tight-fitting pink uniforms, are provided by Eye Candy Caddies.

FOOTNOTE: Eye caddy.

Saturday, September 05, 2009

Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Can you fit an alligator
In a dusty lunar crater?
And can you move a crocodile
Inch by inch, across the Nile?

Treasure Vault

Orange And Gold (And A Touch Of History)

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


Late last week, I wondered if it would be possible to shoot a part of Melbourne's architectural history - the lobby of 333 Collins Street. So I rang the number on the website, asked permission and I followed the procedure set out. Shortly after, I received the all-clear.

Soon, I'll post the photos of the stunning vaulted ceiling, but for the purposes of this week's Photo Hunt theme, I've selected one of the images I shot that evening.

Sometimes, the intricacy of craftsmanship and achitectural design can be accentuated by use of a silhouette. I was struck by the detail in this filigree-like arch, one of many in the lobby. I shot some frames of the entire arch against the huge vaulted ceiling, but I wanted something "different".

That's when I decided to use a tight frame to accentuate the arch against the graceful silhouette of one of the imposing columns. By positioning myself carefully, I was even able to use the flame-like reflection of light on the rounded section of the arch.

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Giddy Up

Don't Ride 'Em, Cowboy

A man in Tennant Creek, in Australia’s Northern Territory, has lost his driving licence for riding his horse home from a pub while drunk in April, despite being told by police not to do so. A local magistrate has now disqualified the man from driving for six months.

FOOTNOTE: Rein forecast.

Friday, September 04, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's winner is Suzanne with How We Label Ourselves. The other top contenders were Jinksy with Are You Sitting Comfortably?; Bernie with Life Isn’t Fair But It’s Still Good; Eternally Distracted with I Am A Big, Fat Liar; Mr London Street with The Grumble Rolodex; The Secret Life Of An Unknown Housewife with Gosh, I’m A Proud Mummy; Meditations In An Emergency with Karma Police; Millennium Housewife with Brit Out Of Water; Kaz with A Lidl Mistake; My Chaos My Bliss with History. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

While exploring the Congo
He found a rare drongo
And after a fortnight on tenterhooks
He prised it away from the camp cooks

Rodeo D(e)rive

Maybe It Was The Horse Whisperer

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


Yes, this sign on the tailgate of a trusty old utility vehicle ("ute", as we call it) caught my eye because of its weather-beaten look and of course because of the strong colours against the white metal.

So of course I had to ask the owner if he would mind if I took a couple of quick shots. He just chuckled and gave me permission. I promised I would frame the shots really tight, so that the number plate wouldn’t be seen in the frame.

What I should have asked him, in retrospect, was how often he actually gets away to "Yee-ha" at a rodeo.

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True Grid

John Wayne Might Have Liked To Ride Here

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


I shot this series of images under moody, sullen skies last weekend – the final weekend of the Australian winter. I was just in my shirtsleeves, but it was not a sensible dress code, because the wind bit into me as it whistled down this exposed valley.

But I wanted to shoot this serene paddock, used for grazing horses, against the backdrop of a familiar sight in any countryside – towering pylons and power lines. Why? Just because of the symmetry of the scene, and the symbolism of power supply across rolling green paddocks.

A few months ago, this area was hit hard by a sudden, fierce bushfire that raced through on a savagely hot day when the howling north wind carried burning embers several hundred metres ahead of the real firefront, igniting the crowns of towering gum trees that seemed to explode in sudden combustion.


The fire stopped just short of this valley, as the water-bombing helicopters flew endless missions in support of the ground crews. Just at the crest of this hill, there is still a scarred landscape, with burnt trees that have not grown back.

But from where I stood, just beyond the fringe of where the fire was finally conquered, there is no evidence of Nature’s savage fury on that day, 30 January.

Down here, it’s lush and green, with plenty of grass for the horses that roam these undulating paddocks. There’s bales of hay in the back of the ute – and lots of water in the trough. Sorry, did I say "trough"? I meant to say "old, discarded bath tub".

There’s no end to inventiveness and innovation in the bush!


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Lunar Eclipse

Moon Rock Comes Dowm To Earth

A treasured piece of moon rock in the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam museum is nothing but petrified wood, museum authorities have revealed. When the museum received it, they insured it for the present-day equivalent of 50,000 euros – but have admitted now that that it was "hardly worth 50 euros".

FOOTNOTE: Rock stir.

Thursday, September 03, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's winner is Chapati with What To Do With Our Elderly. The other top contenders were Fireblossom with September Nourish The Soul with In The Beginning; Akelamalu with Cotswolds Part 2; Daryl with A Window On The High Life; Jennifer Harvey with Turning; Magnolia Amber with La Nuit; Old Bag New Tricks with Back From Another Polo Weekend. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Grandpa says he pre-supposes
Wild success for his roses
But when he tends the bougainvillea
Help me hold the ladder, will ya?

A New Leash Of Life

It’s All A Matter Of Dogged Determination

Photographs copyright: DAVID McMAHON


I shot this a year ago, during my week in the Yukon. Obviously, that was several months before I decided to post a "doors" shot every Thursday, but I think this fits the theme rather well.

As a kid I read constantly, and some of the subjects that fascinated me were tales of exploration, frontier spirit and the way in which early settlers coped with harsh conditions. The Yukon is all about that and much more, which is why I reckon it is a photographer’s paradise.

Would I go back there? Yes, in a flash. And not just to knock on doors like this one, but to try and understand what the region’s gold rush heritage says about the human spirit.

For earlier posts in this series, check out The Doors Archive.

All The Nudes That’s Fit To Print

It’s Not The Local Shopping Strip, Buddy

Visitors to a park in New York are being flashed by guests at the nearby Standard Hotel, who have stripped off to frolic naked in front of their rooms' floor-to-ceiling windows, which are easily viewed from the newly-opened elevated High Line park. The hotel manager will "remind guests of the transparency" of the windows.

FOOTNOTE: Flash mob.

Wednesday, September 02, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are Crystal Jigsaw with Ambitious Child and Reasons To Be Cheerful 1, 2, 3 with Home Alone. The other top contenders were Working Mom On The Verge with Tomorrow, Tomorrow, You’re Only A Day Away; Babooshka with The Boys Are Back In Town; Brit Gal in the USA with I’ll Have Some H20, Please; An Aerial Armadillo with Magnify; Braja with Lost And Found In India; A New York Magpie's Eye with A Minute In The Morning? and Afiori with So This Is Where I Live. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Right by the banks of the sacred river Tiber
Grows a secret herb that's very rich in fibre
The ancient Romans were the first to know
That eating two pods would make you, er, go

G Is For Grace

Sometimes We Find It In Unexpected Places

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


There is no knowing where you'll find the next object on which to train your camera. This gracefully crafted piece of metalwork caught my eye one morning, in a beautifully maintained garden on the tropical island of Langkawi, Malaysia, in July last year.

It was part of a footpath lamp that was about two and a half metres tall and although this was shot early in the morning beside the beach, I was in deep shade cast by a canopy of tall trees.

I was able to stand on a step on the steep hillside to achieve the angle of shooting downwards on something that was actually a few inches taller than I am!

I framed this very deliberately to include the interesting but subtle reflection on the convex surface of the lamp in the top right-hand corner, as well as the muted tones highlighting the curved section of the painted metal in the bottom right-hand corner.

This composition also gave me some interesting (and varied) background hues to highlight my main subject, with the edge of the water only about thirty metres away.

Just for the record, have a look at the second shot (below). It's taken from exactly the same spot a couple of seconds later, with the same settings. But this time I changed the focus ring so that the metal was in soft focus and the hotel pool and the nearby sea were the main subject.

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Grisly Bare

That's Not Where You Wear Your Mask, Jacques

French factory workers are stripping in order to save their jobs. Staff at boiler manufacturer Chaffoteaux et Maury in Brittany bared all for a nude calendar, in a desperate attempt to save 204 jobs from the axe. The calendar features 13 naked men, with nothing to preserve their modesty bar strategically placed helmets and masks.

FOOTNOTE: Strip surge.

Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Post Of The Day

Today's joint winners are Mojo with As Old As I Am, And Even Redder and Lola with Growing Hope. The other top contenders were Moannie with My Project Revealed; A Woman Of No Importance with 7 Seconds; Willow Manor with Overheard At The Manor; Midlife Poet with Attitude of Gratitude; Brambleberry Cottage with Wishful Thinking and Sandi McBride with Living In The Past. Do pay them a visit and leave a comment if you have time.

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Verse And Worse

Random Wit, Errant Rhyme. Not A Literary Crime

Quoth the Lone Ranger to his good buddy Tonto
While planning to break camp and ride off pronto:
"Prepare the horses, without any warning
But not in the morning, while I’m busy yawning"

It's The Fort That Counts

We're Starting To See A Pattern Here

Photograph copyright: DAVID McMAHON


It might look like faux military-style camouflage, but it ain’t. It might look like the door-and-window façade of some old fort, but it ain’t.

It’s just a view of Hosier Lane in Melbourne’s CBD. It's simply a narrow laneway, but it’s acquiring something of an international reputation because of the rich street art that has sprouted on the walls.

If you look carefully at the bottom right-hand corner of this image, you’ll actually see a segment of the footpath. That’s simply because the laneway is on an incline, and I shot this image dead straight to give you an idea of horizontal orientation.

That figure on the left, in the doorway, isn’t painted on the door’s glass surface. It’s actually the reflection of a real person. It was rainy, cold and windy when I shot this image, but there were at least half a dozen tourists and local students braving the weather and trying to shield their cameras from the rain.

That's the real attraction of street art. There's nowhere to hide - for the artist, or for the viewer.

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Big Bucks

How Much For A Short Back And Sides?

A celebrity hair stylist in London is charging £20,000 for a wash, cut and blow dry. The salon in Covent Garden has Swarovski crystal chandeliers and Japanese shampoo beds. Clients can have champagne on tap and order anything from the menu at the five-star Covent Garden Hotel just across the road.

FOOTNOTE: Trim figures.