Old Owl's photos

Fitzroy, Melbourne

Submitted to 10-Week Picture Projects: Textures, Week 2: fuzzy.

Good when seen large on black.

Whitby Harbour (after Canaletto!) (Nice when viewed large.)

Fitzroy, Melbourne.

On black is good. Press Z.

Henry's Brasserie, Bunbury, Western Australia. Probably better on black. Press Z.

Mandurah estuary, early morning. (This is an adjusted copy of the original photograph, uploaded following some very useful criticism from Pam J. To see what the fuss was about, please look below in the comments. Ain't the Ipernity community wonderful?)

Perth CBD. Sight & Sound: Pictures & Music: Only one choice, really. How do, George ... www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfmAeijj5cM

Submitted to 10-Week Picture Project: Opposites: Dark Soundtrack to Life: Maddy Prior & Rick Kemp www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZI5PP5ceSWs Please press Z to see this on black.

Submitted to 10-Week Picture Projects: Opposites, Week 1: (June 8-14): Light Please press Z.

Melbourne, from the Eureka Tower. Beautiful on black (press Z). Soundtrack to Life: www.youtube.com/watch?v=OeYEyCDRHmE Neil Finn singing "Four Seasons in One Day" (which is what the weather is said to be like in Melbourne almost every day of the year).

Submitted for the 10-Week Project: Shapes - 5-10 sides Press Z.

Possibly better on black. Press Z. Soundtrack to Life: www.youtube.com/watch?v=ScHyuYrm7A8 "Storm Windows" by John Prine because I tried to imagine what was behind the lace ...

Submitted for the 10-Week Project: Shapes - Cylinder/Tube

Submitted for the 10-Week Project: Shapes - Oval Best on black - press Z, please.

Charlie: 24 June 2002 - 27 April 2015. So it goes. "The Power of the Dog" (Rudyard Kipling) There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear. Buy a pup and your money will buy Love unflinching that cannot lie Perfect passion and worship fed By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head. Nevertheless it is hardly fair To risk your heart for a dog to tear. When the fourteen years which Nature permits Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits, And the vet's unspoken prescription runs To lethal chambers or loaded guns, Then you will find - it's your own affair, - But ... you've given your heart to a dog to tear. When the body that lived at your single will, With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!), When the spirit that answered your every mood Is gone - wherever it goes - for good, You will discover how much you care, And will give your heart to a dog to tear! We've sorrow enough in the natural way, When it comes to burying Christian clay. Our loves are not given, but only lent, At compound interest of cent per cent, Though it is not always the case, I believe, That the longer we've kept 'em, the more do we grieve; For, when debts are payable, right or wrong, A short-time loan is as bad as a long - So why in Heaven (before we are there) Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?