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These wooden bench seats sit outside the Treasury building in Hobart's CBD. As the leaves on the trees in front of them change colour the deep dark colour of the wood of the benches contrasts beautifully with the green, yellow and orange of the leaves worshipping the ground beneath them. I walked past on a public holiday. I hope the street cleaners aren't too quick to take up their work before people have a chance to see them in the morning!
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One of the things I love about Hobart (Tasmania, Australia) is the sometimes quirky juxtaposition of the old and new. To ye Olde World-ers, the fact that Hobart was settled in 1804 doesn't impress. But in Australia it makes it this country's second oldest capital.<br />
In this photo we see the old savings bank and an old-fashioned light post. If it weren't for the car bumper you could almost mistake this for a scene from the century before last (doesn't that sound old?!).
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<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doitforlove/4412489240/">lizard sunbaking</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/doitforlove/">doitforlove</a>.</span>
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I love walking around the garden, camera in hand, watching for something to catch my eye and lens. Today I was graced by the presence of this lizard, which was brave enough to let me move fairly close with my camera. Perhaps it though the lens was another reptilian eye? More likely, judging by the stump that remained of its tail, it was too brave or silly for its own good!
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<span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doitforlove/4409636631/">footprint</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/doitforlove/">doitforlove</a>.</span>
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Ah, the beach. On a sunny afternoon I love wandering at the beach, poking into rockpools, clambering over rocks and marvelling at the forces and forms that nature throws at us.<br />
I took this photo of my footprint in the sand and thought about what an amazing substance sand is. Hard and soft, gritty and smooth, corrosive and a bed for sunbathers.And a fantastic canvas for pictures!
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This dry, crumpled leaf doesn't even have the energy to drop from the grapevine. Perhaps it's confused by the lovely early autumn weather we are enjoying in Hobart at the moment. 25 degrees (celcius) and sunny. Perfect! <br />
But before long my daughters and I will have the daily task of collecting the leaves that do drop and bagging and binning them. Good exercise and a pocket-money earner when they're a bit older!
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<p>or is it a zebra, or a Tasmanian tiger....?<br /> Anyway here she was under the table on an exquisite early autumn day in Hobart. It was warm enough for Eva to need to shelter under the table, and the sun was high enough to pass through the table to make these stripes. If you could only hear her snores...</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>It's been one of those days...</title><id>http://www.katemburton.com/blog/2010/3/2/its-been-one-of-those-days.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.katemburton.com/blog/2010/3/2/its-been-one-of-those-days.html"/><author><name>Kate Burton</name></author><published>2010-03-02T07:20:40Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:20:40Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doitforlove/4400085401/"><img style="border: solid 2px #000000;" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4400085401_5d4202b553.jpg" alt="" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doitforlove/4400085401/">g&amp;t</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/doitforlove/">doitforlove</a>.</span></div>
<p>Today has been a toddler-filled day. More than it usually is around here, with two of my own and several friends with one or more of their own. Days like this I can understand the stories about women in the 1950s who were full-time mothers, trapped in the suburbs with little or no support from a working and sometimes disengaged husband, who found themselves using all manner of prescription (and non-prescription) drugs to keep themselves going. Remember the line about a 'Bex and a good lie down'? This photo gives away my outlet on hard days.... I can never go past a good g&amp;t!</p>
<p>Seriously, though, full-time mothering is a difficult job. I consider myself lucky - I have a partner and friends who all see ourselves and each other as more than mothers/fathers and we regularly discuss anything from the difficulties of parenting to the problems with US hegemony in the world... I would be bereft without these means of using my mind in ways other than taking care of my children. And possibly quite mad!</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Stillness and reflection</title><id>http://www.katemburton.com/blog/2010/2/28/stillness-and-reflection.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.katemburton.com/blog/2010/2/28/stillness-and-reflection.html"/><author><name>Kate Burton</name></author><published>2010-02-28T06:32:23Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T06:32:23Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: left; padding: 3px;"><a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doitforlove/4394006566/"><img style="border: solid 2px #000000;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2538/4394006566_63cc440c19.jpg" alt="" /></a> <br /> <span style="font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/doitforlove/4394006566/">reflections</a>, originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/doitforlove/">doitforlove</a>.</span></div>
<p>I wandered around the wharves in Hobart today. On a grey, occasionally drizzly, day there were fewer people than usual and a certain stillness. I took this photo of ropes, a bow and a boat's antenna because it symbolised to me what waterfronts are sometimes - quiet, reflective places with sights and sounds which invite curiosity, creativity and thought.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>The things we throw away</title><id>http://www.katemburton.com/blog/2010/2/26/the-things-we-throw-away.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.katemburton.com/blog/2010/2/26/the-things-we-throw-away.html"/><author><name>Kate Burton</name></author><published>2010-02-26T05:36:03Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T05:36:03Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[
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Today I had my first time-out from children in a while and I decided to go shopping. We're trying to watch our pennies so I went to.... the tip shop! I was amazed at what people throw away. There was a whole section of kitchen sinks, ceramic toilet bowls, windows, doors, wetsuits, skiis, light fittings, vinyl records, fence palings... the list goes on.<br />
I love the treasures that can be found at these shops. I didn't find anything that I wanted today but I noticed that it had a pretty good collection of women's clothing...
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