Whilst in Northern NSW today I took the opportunity to check out the disused train tunnel at Burringbar. It used to be used for the XPT service that ran from Murwillumbah to Sydney that was discontinued in 2004 (Kitty and I caught this train to Sydney in 1998 for Schoolies week).
There’s an unofficial ‘rail trail’ that starts at the beginning of Tunnel Road where you can walk 2.5km to the entrance to the 500m tunnel and then back again (if you wanted to skip the 5km walk you can drive along tunnel road to right near the entrance of the tunnel and jump the fence).
I recently put some new photos on one if the walls in our bedroom. They’re 11″ x 14″ prints (on sale at Big W for $1 each: save $13 each!) in black IKEA frames ($3.98 each). I think they came out well at less than $5 each.
I’ve spent a number of weeks in Sydney for work, and I’ve grown to love the place. I’ve been working in North Sydney, and staying in a serviced apartment in Miller’s Point (near Darling Habour). On occasions, I walk home admiring the spectacular harbour view the whole way.
Because of daylight savings (something we don’t have in Brisbane) I’ve walked to Bondi Beach from Miller’s Point after work (about 10km), and ate fish and chips on the beach.
The view from my office isn’t bad either.
I also managed to find some street art around the city, but it was part of an exhibition, which kinda isn’t the same.
“Our initial forays were short and clearly we had no fucking idea what we were doing but that taste was like a dirty needle in the arm of pure adventure crack. It was enough to get us hooked and we craved it constantly like two dirty fiends.
Over the next few years we were enslaved to this addiction like only those who grew up in a city deprived of metro could be. Week in week our we hit the tunnels, scouring our maps and coming up in the early hours smeared from head to toe in that thick black dust which never fully washes from your clothes.”
DS writes in great detail about discovering disused and unused stations and lines of the Metro under Paris. This includes some absolutely amazing photos, my favourite below.
Kitty and I were walking past South Bank this week when we saw what looked like giant lego men all over the QPAC building. On closer inspection, we realized they were milk crates, and were work of Crateman, aka CorneliusBrown from Melbourne. I quickly too some snaps because they’re part of the Brisbane Festival which finishes on the 25 September. If you want to see them, I’d get down there quick smart.
The empty block next to us is about to be developed, which is a shame as it has quite an eclectic collection of street art. The old brick walls on the site make the perfect texture for all sorts of art, so I thought I’d ignore the ‘do not enter’ sign and capture these before they’re gone forever.
I like displaying photos I’ve taken of street art in our home. When I find something interesting on the street, I quickly take a snap of it in case it vanishes one day. I loved this train carriage I saw at Hamilton last Sunday.
I’m don’t think I’m alone. I have heard celebrities are commissioning bits of street art by Banksy to hang in their homes. This raises the question about whether it’s truly street art then.
I didn’t think too much about my obsession having street art in our apartment until I spoke with my Big Issue street vendor today. He was the happiest I had ever seen him because he finally had been given a place of his own to live in after many years on the street.
I was hoping to make him something to hang on his wall in his new place, to make it feel homely. It then occurred to me that I can’t really give him photos of street art though, can I? Surely it wouldn’t make him feel at home; it might actually make him feel like he’s on the street again.
So I’m stuck at what to make or give him. Maybe a succulent is a good idea. I think living plants (as opposed to plastic) always seem to make somewhere feel homely.