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  • Remembrance Day 11.11.11 11:11:11

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    Remembrance Day

    I made a special trip to Toowong Cemetery and the war graves there to take this Remembrance Day photo this year.

    I sat with the talking clock on my phone so I could take it at precisely 11.11.11 11:11:11

    Unfortunately my camera clock wasn’t set as accurately.

  • Ekka 2011




    Ekka 2011, a set on Flickr.

    Photos from the first Friday of the Ekka, 12 August 2011.

    Traditionally the Friday is mostly about competition judging, with lots of school groups coming through

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  • Walk to work day

    Testing the kml output from Flickr and pulling it into Google maps.


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  • Ron Mueck sculpture

    Mask II – Ron Mueck's self portrait

    Currently at the gallery of Modern Art is an exhibition of sculptures by Ron Mueck.

    While the sculptures are fantastic, in taking these photos I was as interested in the audiences relationship with the pieces.
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  • Watch the moss thicken

    William Jolly Bridge

    Sitting before the silent, burning incense
    I watch the moss thicken on the stone bridge.
    Don’t ask me why.
    I’ve been out of step with the world since my youth.

    ~ Wonkam Chungji

  • Behind the bowlers arm

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    Originally uploaded by RaeA.


    “When the angels add my days and say my time is up
    I’ll say to them now hold on please there’s one thing you forgot
    I know each man must leave this world behind when he gets called
    But we had a deal that you won’t count the days I watched the bat & ball

    And the angels, they’ll know where to find me
    There’s no place I’d rather be
    Right behind the bowlers
    They’ll know where to find me, ten rows back with sunburnt knees
    Right behind the bowler’s arm”

    – Paul Kelly

  • Youth wasted on the young

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    Originally uploaded by RaeA.


    “Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children.”

    – George Bernard Shaw

  • How McDougal Topped The Score

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    Originally uploaded by RaeA.


    A peaceful spot is Pipers Flat. The fold that live around
    They keep themselves by keeping sheep and turning up the ground
    But the climate is erratic and the consequences are
    The struggle with the elements is everlasting war
    We plough and sow and harrow, then sit and pray for rain
    And then we all get flooded out and have to start again
    But the folk are now rejoicing as they ne’er rejoiced before
    For we’ve played Molongo at cricket and McDougal topped the score

    Molongo had a head on it and challenged us to play
    A single innings match for lunch, the losing team to pay
    We were not great guns at cricket, but we couldn’t well say no
    So we all began to practise and we let the reaping go
    We scoured the Flat for ten miles round to muster up our men
    But when the list was totaled we could only number ten
    Then up spoke big Tim Brady, he was always slow to speak
    And he said, “What price McDougal who lives down at Coopers Creek?”

    So we sent for old McDougal and he stated in reply
    That he’d never played at cricket, but he’d half a mind to try
    He couldn’t come to practice – he was getting in his hay
    But he guessed he’d show the beggars from Molongo how to play
    Now, McDougal was a Scotchman, and a canny one at that
    So he started in to practise with a paling for a bat
    He got Mrs Mac to bowl to him, but she couldn’t run at all
    So he trained his sheep dog Pincher how to scout and fetch the ball

    Now, Pincher was no puppy, he was old and worn and grey
    But he understood McDougal, and – accustomed to obey
    When McDougal cried out “Fetch it!” he would fetch it in a trice
    But, until the word was “Drop it!” he would grip it like a vice
    And each succeeding night they played until the light grew dim
    Sometimes McDougal struck the ball – sometimes the ball struck him
    Each time he struck the ball would plough a furrow in the ground
    And when he missed the impetus would turn him three times round

    The fatal day at last arrived – the day that was to see
    Molongo bite the dust or Pipers Flat knocked up a tree
    Molongo’s captain won the toss and sent his men to bat
    And they gave some leather hunting to the men of Pipers Flat
    When the ball sped where McDougal stood, firm planted in his track
    He shut his eyes and turned him round and stopped it with his back!
    The highest score was twenty two, the total sixty six
    When Brady sent a Yorker down that scattered Johnson’s sticks

    The Pipers Flat went in to bat, for glory and renown
    But, like the grass before the scythe, our wickets tumbled down
    Nine wickets down for seventeen with fifty more to win
    Our captain heaved a sigh, and sent McDougal in
    “Ten pounds to one you’ll lose it!” cried a barracker from the town
    But McDougal said, “I’ll take it mon!” and planted the money down
    Then he girded up his moleskins in a self reliant style
    Threw off his hat and boots and faced the bowler with a smile

    He held the bat the wrong side out and Johnson with a grin
    Stepped lightly to the bowling crease and sent a “wobbler” in
    McDougal spponed it softly back and Johnson waited there
    But McDougal crying “Fetch it!” started running like a hare
    Molongo shouted “Victory!” He’s out as sure as eggs
    When Pincher started throught the crowd and ran through Johnson’s legs
    He seized the ball like lightening then he ran behind a log
    And McDougal kept on running while Molongo chased the dog!

    They chased him up, they chased him down, they chased him round and then
    He darted through the slip-rail as the scorer shouted, “Ten!”
    McDougal puffed, Molongo swore, excitement was intense
    As the scorer marked down twenty, Pincher cleared a barbed wire fence
    “Let us head him!” shrieked Molongo, “Brain the mongrel with a bat!”
    “Run it out! Good old McDougal!” yelled the men from Pipers Flat
    And McDougal kept on jogging and then Pincher doubled back
    And the scorter counted “Forty” as they raced across the track

    McDougal’s legs were going fast, Molongo’s breath was gone
    But still Molongo chased the dog – McDougal struggled on
    When the scorer shouted “Fifty!”, then they knew the chase would cease
    And McDougal gasged out “Drop it!” as he dropped within his crease
    Then Pincher dropped the ball and as instinctively he knew
    Discretion was the wiser plan, he disappeared from view
    And as Molongo’s beaten men exhausted lay around
    We raised McDougal shoulder high and bore him from the ground

    We bore him to McGinnis’s where lunch was ready laid
    And filled him up with whisky punch for which Molongo paid
    We drank his health in bumpers and we cheered him three times three
    And when Molongo got its breath Molongo joined the spree
    And the critics say they never saw a cricket match like that
    When McDougal broke the record in the game at Pipers Flat
    And the folk are jubilating as they never did before
    For we played Molongo cricket and McDougal topped the score!

    Thomas E. Spencer

  • Meeting at the Pavilion

    Caught up with some other photographers at the Pavillion in West End on Sunday