Thursday, January 05, 2012

#293: Photograph

We did the holiday thing a short while ago, ended up in Melbourne where we caught the most amazing gig on New Years Eve - more on that later.  On the way we went through Bendigo and off to Kelly Country and Murchison, the latter was to seek out the long forgotten WWII German/Italian P.O.W. camps, long forgotten and sadly long gone.  There's not much there to see and what remains is either covered by long grass or crumbling into oblivion.  Still, as is my wont, where I go my camera goes with me, and I have a tendency to take as many photos as I can.  The joys of a digital camera means I can snap as many photos as my little heart desires.  If they're no good then I can delete them there and then, the rest come with me.  Brilliant!  Digital cameras have made my life a joy really.

Travelling can be both tiresome and interesting.  Driving isn't something I enjoy doing non-stop in the heat of the day, and Australian summers are damn hot indeed.  But for all of the bad hotel rooms, lumpy beds and noisy people in the next room rooting, there's moments of sheer euphoria and epiphany, such as what I experienced at the very top of Hanging Rock, sharing the crisp morning air with merely a lizard and a flock of butterflies.  Say what you want, but this is a wonderful country with much to see and experience.  And, for those who might be curious, here's just a few of the 500+ photos I took during the past two weeks.  I hope you enjoy them.  Personally I think the more I use the camera, the better I get at taking photos, but I'm happy to leave that open to the masses.

Stringybark Creek - this is the site of the legendary Kelly Gang shoot out
Bendigo Cemetery
Bendigo Cemetery
Remains of a church
Hanging Rock

Wednesday, January 04, 2012

#292: I Kissed A Girl

And he's rooted a few of them in his time too.  However Wussel Bwand's marriage to Katy Perry hasn't lasted all that long, but at least it lasted longer than Sinead O'Conner's last effort, which, by all accounts, lasted just long enough for Sinead to win custody of the wedding cake.  I always expect these so called 'celebrity' marriages do fall to pieces shortly after they're entered into and this was no exception.  I've always thought that Brand was about as heavyweight as a hot air balloon, and Perry, singer of crap songs and peddler of zit cream, isn't much better.  In fact, they appear to be perfectly matched when you look at it - the bland meets the vapid.  You work out which one is which.

As it is Brand, who is 'working' on his new book, My Divorcy Worcy by slurring at some poor hack, has done the filing in court, and here it is.  Poor Kathryn Hudson, she's now going to be single and back to kissing girls.  Perhaps she can compare notes with some of the other media whores, who are famous for doing nothing and just being - like Paris Stilton and Kim Kardassian.