for the best part of the mushie season I was between cameras, but Olympus came to the fore and cheerfully honoured their guarantees; so I am once more back on deck. And the replacement brand new camera is an absolute honey …
Here, have a nice emergent mushroom thing, complete with a curve—
And here are some of today’s snaps in town that fit the theme of the Challenge (“curves”). Sort of.
is not a bank. It was a bank, though—back in the days when the wealth of Southland came off the back of a sheep. Golden fleece days, now long gone although the architecture still holds echoes. How ’bout them curves, huh?
AND FOR ANOTHER
stony-hearted curvaceous cutie in somewhat similar vein, a once-was-a-bank (opposition) but now is a church—
—with requisite curves and could-be acanthus leaves, and oodles of long skinny things that poke pigeons when they get too close and so dissuade ’em.
Moving on …
TO THE MYSTERIES OF
the orient. In this case, the famous curved roofs of China. Chinese chaps like red, a fortunate colour, and they also like having curved roofs as
on per the Hong Kong restaurant in Esk Street—
—I’ll admit I was for years in puzzlement over this apparent oddity, because the Chinese are nothing if not pragmatic. Then a Chinese lady told me that spirits travel in straight lines … so when a cruising spirit hits a curved roof he ricochets screaming off into the sky (out to infinity and beyond? I never did find out) without ever haunting the good people doing their thing within. Clever, them Chinese …
a wee street seat. So?
So understandably in winter we can see why people just shiver on by. But in summer I also very rarely see anyone using it; so today I took its photo and suddenly (he’s swift, ol’ Argus, I tell ya~!) I see that whoever installed it curved it the wrong way. No?
People using such like to sit facing the same way when chatting—but to face outboard is to focus on that too close bricky thing. Not good.
And to sit facing the other way is to spread folks out and force them to unnatural angles when trying to peer round and converse …
I feel quite at home here, actually … now, I’ll finish with a wee snap I snup in a doorway, make of it what you will:
The lady arrived just as I was taking the snap and let herself in; when I explained that I hoped there would one day be no further need for her services she gave me a dubious look and said that I had ten minutes to get my shots before she’d have to open.
I don’t think she made the connection, but I got me snap. Sadly I couldn’t snap her—she was all straight lines, no curves … no challenge …