The bell tower at All Saints Anew Anglican Church at New Lambton is gone. Major structural defects in the tower posed a significant public safety risk, and it had to be removed.
As a follow up to Night of the Bridge, I went across the new shared path bridge over Newcastle Road at Jesmond today, and recorded a time-lapse video.
With one week to go before light rail services commence in Newcastle, I spotted two trams in testing together at the Civic stopping place yesterday.
While in town today I spotted the Newcastle Light Rail for the first time, as it conducted driver training.
The crew were obviously very happy with the the tram and the training, giving a big thumbs up as the carriage went past.
Later in the morning I spotted some tram related stupidity for the first time, as I witnessed a pedestrian who thought it was a good idea to run across the road in front of an approaching tram.
I hope the new light rail gets patronised more than the current bus network. For much of my trip home I was the only passenger, until suddenly the number of passengers doubled!
unvaporia – noun. The delicious tingling sensation on a cool foggy winter’s morning when the mist clears sufficiently for the warmth of the sun to be felt on the face for the first time.
After the recent east coast low, Styx Creek in Hamilton North is looking comparatively beautiful – enough rain to wash the crap out, but not enough rain to wash more crap in.
It happened again this morning on my way to work. An elderly man (not the same man as before) doing his ‘civic duty’ by throwing rubbish into the drain beside Hunter Stadium. This time however, I foolishly decided to challenge him about this, and in return copped a gobful of abuse telling me to mind my own f****** business.
As I rode away afterwards I reflected … I’m a human being living on this planet … it IS my business to care about how humanity is trashing the planet.
As rich as the English language is, sometimes there are moments where there is no English word available to adequately describe that experience. I had two such moments on my cycle to work this morning.
Firstly, that moment, when you’re out on a foggy morning, when the mist disperses sufficiently for you to feel the warmth of the sun on your face for the first time. A subtle, but truly delicious moment that deserves its own word in the English lexicon.
Secondly, only moments before I took the photograph above, an elderly gentleman walking along saw some litter on the path (an empty beer can), and in a ‘civic minded’ gesture dealt with it by picking it up and … throwing it in the Styx Creek drain, the satisfied look on his face betraying his obvious belief that in throwing the can there he had somehow magically made it disappear! Surely the English language has space for one more word to describe this particular kind of insanity?