Thanks for all the positive feedback on my little stroll around. When I shamelessly ripped the idea off Vanilla it was because I thought it was brilliant to see just how similar and how strikingly different her environs were in Cape Town to mine in South East England. For instance we drive on the same side (the left) but Vanilla has the Indonesian Embassy on her doorstep whereas I have a 14th Century pub. And I thought - it's the stuff that you see every day that you take for granted that might be unique to your universe. Maybe you pass a homeless guy every day who farts the alphabet for loose change - you might think he's a PIA but I might think he's fantastic 'colour'. Perhaps there's a peeling poster with half the words missing that's been there for years and you've often wondered what it used to say? Perhaps there's a bit of broken pavement that's tripped you up more often than you care to mention and one of these days you're planning on complaining about it (or perhaps you'll wait till you've broken your foot).
These little windows into (what we ourselves perceive as) the monotony of our lives, actually tell sweet and idiosyncratic stories of our daily existence.
So I challenge you. Next time you go out for a walk or, as Vanilla did, take a drive around your gaff, why not bring a camera with you and snap some of your neighbourhood to share with us. Be creative - there's no need to say where it is if you like to be private - just try it.
I know I'll find it fascinating!
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Oooh, I just might!
Right, so I have to do it again, do I? Oh, all right then - but if I get mugged for touting a camera around, I'm holding you responsible. (Now you know why I drove around taking shots.)
And by the way, the embassy is about five mins down the motorway - so not exactly on my doorstep. But the US embassy is just around the corner - a dirty great big blot on the landscape and smack in the middle of what was a wetland. Gnrrr. Mind you, the developers have been let loose all over the place so I don't suppose I can only complain about the Merkans! ;-)
Ooh TL please do! I haven't been to your new neighbourhood yet!
You are the goddess instigator of this madness AV why do you have o do it again? I liked the first one! I mean you can if you like but seriously if you can get pepper sprayed whilst inside a department store, I really don't know if walking around with a camera is very wise. Please don't get mugged for our entertainment!
And as for the US Embassy eyesore - someone had to have given them permission to build in that sensitive environment. I'm thinkin' the planners are on the take or just don't care!
Didn't get a chance to comment yesterday--I LOVE that bench--what character! Everything was gorgeous and I like your pooch ; )
Great idea! It is so true that we easily take for granted the treasures that we see everyday.
I'll see what I can do. Lots of photos have already been shared on Jason's blog. But maybe I'll think of something else about our little part of the world that he hasn't shared.
:)
Kiersten that bench was very kindly put there in memory of a chap who planted an entirely new wood in the view of the bench. All the trees are still quite young but I keep thinking that it's such a beautiful way to remember someone and for that someone to leave their mark on a community. I really should've put that in the post!
Aine it would be fabulous to share a little bit of PA with you. I love the photos on Jason's blog (I particularly love the one of the Amish couple in the buggy) and it'd be great to see the things that catch your eye too!
Sign me up - not many people realize how beautiful Tassie really is.
It'll have to be after November, though. NaNo's keeping me nice and busy!
And I guess the weather will be getting better too James. My cousin had a year out of College where he went to Oz. He raved about his time in Taz - loved the place. I have also read a travelog by the late Pete McCarthy (called the road to McCarthy) where he had an entirely different experience of Tasmania. He found it very spooky and eerie - as though its history (particularly that of the Irish PoMEs) was hidden in the mists inland. Even though unnerved he still wrote about its incredible beauty. I would love to go on a walk with you. Whenever you're ready!
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