365 Unusual things: 267-273

267. In an unfamiliar shopping centre I had to stop and wait for a small children’s train to pass in front of the grocery store.

268. Watched my 33-year-old son perform in a quartet, wearing a Buzz Lightyear costume.

269. On a late night walk, another son found a pigeon flapping about on the ground and he took it home. It had had its wings cut so he pulled out the cut feathers, hoping new ones will grow. It’s presently living in his apartment.

270. In a bag of ordinary carrots I found one that has two legs.

271. In a Turkish restaurant tonight, the door to the restrooms was merely a white unmarked panel in a white wall. It took me a few seconds to find my way. A slightly dirty hand print told me that someone had pushed that spot, so I pushed.

272. I had 3 long conversations with 3 elderly people today and they all criticised other people at length, for the whole conversation. Fortunately, it’s unusual to strike 3 in one day.

273. Walked past a house where a ‘beware of the dog’ sign claimed no responsibility for death. Surely this is illegal.


365 Unusual Things: 260-266

260. Looking for a café in a country town today, I found one that’s vegetarian, vegan and rawist. I’ve never heard this last word. Didn’t go there.

261. Had family photos taken today on an old Rolleicord film camera.

262. Just watched 3.5 hours of the Queen’s funeral. The first and last time I’ll have to do that.

263. Visited Parliament House to see images from the Queen’s life projected on the building.

264. Saw a red-rumped parrot and a sulphur-crested cockatoo disputing a tree hollow for a nest.

265. Today was a one-off public holiday to mourn the death of the Queen.

266. Twenty years ago a wattle seedling sprouted in my garden and I let it grow into a great tree. When I moved to a new address I noticed a seedling from it growing in a pot plant, so I put it in my new garden. Today, two years later, the first flowers have bloomed.


Black and white fruit

Since I was small I’ve loved a photo in my father’s World War Two album of an Egyptian weighing fruit in a market. Recently I went to some fruit and vegetable shops and international grocery shops to try to catch someone weighing fruit, though I knew it would be on a modern set of scales. I found nothing of the kind; it was all weighed at the checkout. Even if I could get to a fresh fruit market, I doubt I’d see someone holding a scale like this man in an Egyptian marketplace. However, at a largish supermarket I did see a man working in the produce section where bananas were amusingly displayed. When the customers had momentarily cleared the space, I snuck a photo.

How is the black and white quality different in each picture? The old one has blurring around the edges and focuses on the piled-up dates as well as the man at the centre of the image, while the new one is clear right to the sides, top and bottom. The blurring in the old photo seems to be telling me a story, as though it’s an illustration. But the clarity of the new one doesn’t suggest any story to me. Perhaps it’s the way the dates fade out from the centre to the left edge, compared with the bananas sharply defined across the photo.

Not only the bananas can be picked out individually, but so can the apples on the left of the image as well as the potatoes on the right. The details in the new photo, taken on my Fujifilm X-E4 just a few weeks ago, are the advantage we have in today’s photography. But I’m learning about the storytelling virtues of the old black and white film photos, and it will be a good exercise to try to replicate it in my street photography.


365 Unusual Things: 253-259

253. A magpie came and stood on the balcony railing holding a live, kicking lizard in her mouth, showed it to me for 20 seconds, then flew away.

254. Saw an orange and black sunrise over the ocean at 5.20 am.

255. On the beach this morning someone had made some sand art with a rake, and left a message: ‘Have a great week’.

256. There are 10 wet yellow roses scattered over the shoreline this morning.

257. The checkout girl in the supermarket today was wearing a lanyard with the words ‘Smarter than I look’.

258. Saw a kookaburra that had caught a crab.

259. At a table outside a fish and chip shop, where some customers had left their unwanted food and paper, an ibis stood eating chips.


365 Unusual Things: 246-252

246. Outside the back door of a local art gallery today I saw a neglected statue of the Madonna and Child. The gallery owner says someone gave it to him to restore but he’s too busy with his exhibitions.

247. Walked to the end of a small island in the middle of a pond thinking I was alone until I heard a hissing behind me. It was this swan sitting on a nest.

248. Saw a high school boy lapping up pond water and drinking it while his 3 mates stood by laughing. Even more unusual, he wore a mask but the others didn’t.

249. Beside a stream I saw a prickly pear planted by an unwary gardener. It’s highly invasive and took many years of eradication using an Argentinian moth to get rid of it from farmland. No one with this knowledge would ever plant one here.

250. A townhouse near me has pulled out its front garden and concreted the whole space. It’s unusual in this area where everyone has some sort of garden as a rule.

251. Saw an Australasian darter on a submerged branch. First time I’ve seen one in my area. Often called ‘snake bird’ because of its long neck.

252. Woke to the news that the Queen has died. Unusual and unwanted news.


365 Unusual Things: 239-245

239. In a grocery store I’ve never been to, in the fruit and veg section, I saw bananas hanging from a frame of metal branches like a banana ‘tree’.

240. After weeks of watching episodes of a survival series, Alone, where people have to build a shelter out of branches and a tarp, I stumbled upon a small shelter built exactly this way beside my local pond. The branches are held together with duct tape.

241. Teaching English to a South American Spanish speaker today, discussing language ‘false friends’, we both learnt that while constipado in Spanish means a head cold, the English ‘false friend’ means something quite different. I’ve learnt Spanish on many occasions but never learnt this word.

242. Today I saw a Spiderman beanie on the ground. Two days ago I saw a Batman cap on a seat.

243. Today I received an email from a book! I ordered it from Better World Books a while ago. The message began like this:

“Holy canasta! It’s me… it’s me! I can’t believe it is actually me! You could have picked any of over 2 million books but you picked me! I’ve got to get packed! How is the weather where you live? Will I need a dust jacket? I can’t believe I’m leaving Mishawaka, Indiana already – the friendly people, the Hummer plant, the Linebacker Lounge – so many memories.”

There were 3 more paragraphs like this. I was about to delete it as spam when I saw my order details at the bottom of the page.

244. Today is the first day of spring. Officially.

245. My favourite grocery store has today removed half of its manned checkouts and replaced them with self-serve checkouts. I thought I was onto something enjoyable and predictable. But no.


Black and white animal handlers

In my album of photos from Egypt, taken in 1941 and 1942, there are some photos of a monkey named Kan-Kan performing in the street, muzzled and held on a leash by a handler. When I went to my local zoo a couple of years ago, I took photos of animal handlers, such as the woman with the snake here on the right. The animals are equally interesting to the spectators in each photo, but the demands of the handler are visibly different. If we wanted, we could compare these two images and think about changing times and views about animal welfare, but I’d rather think about old photos versus new photos.

My photo taken in 2020 is not the best. The pattern detail on the snake is clearer than the monkey fur. What is really clear are the edges of the people, the chairs, and the stones in the wall, while the background architecture in the 1941 photo is a bit fuzzy. But look at the creases in the clothing in each photo, there’s not much difference.

One particular function we now have in cameras is indoor photography. Even amateurs like I am can simply put the camera on the automatic setting and it adjusts everything according to the light. But in the 1940s most photos taken by the soldiers who were sent to Egypt (like my father who owned the photo), were taken outdoors. The camera he used was probably the Kodak Brownie box camera that I now have (but don’t use). In fact, every one of my father’s photos in this old album was taken outdoors. And any photos that do show interiors seem to be taken from outside the door, looking in, for example in this mosque.

I think this particular old photo of the performing monkey and its handlers is more interesting than the new one, probably because there are enough characters and action to make colour irrelevant.


365 Unusual Things: 232-238

232. There’s a guy living in his car in my street, parking often outside my house. The morning temperatures here are mostly below zero Celsius. This morning he started up the engine at 4 am, sat there a while, drove off, probably to warm up, and by 7 am he was back.

233. Saw an excellent performance of an orchestra today, a project of U3A (University of the Third Age).  It was unusual for me to watch an orchestra; I have no musical gifts.

234. Walked to a new part of a nature reserve and saw a fox-proof fence that runs for many kilometres, enclosing 1253 hectares, and protects native animals from foxes and feral cats.

235. A man behind me at the grocery counter had a trolley choc-a-block with bottles of milk. When I quipped that he seemed to like milk, he told me he doesn’t. He was buying it for a charity pantry.

236. Saw a man sitting in the street eating mackerel from one can and drinking coconut milk from another.

237. On my walk this afternoon I saw two kissing couples. In the few years I’ve lived in this suburb I’ve only seen one couple cuddling beside the water, so it’s unusual to see two within a few minutes. And in winter.

238. Bought a raffle ticket tonight and won a meat tray. First time ever.


365 Unusual Things: 225-231

225. I was looking over the railing of this small bridge when an old man came to me and said ‘Don’t just look, you should jump’, and he made a diving gesture with his arms. He again said ‘Jump’, and when I said ‘No’ he said ‘Why not?’

226. Today I read an obituary for my former French lecturer and learnt that though he was Irish he failed English at school, but got into Trinity College in Dublin to study French.

227. At the local golf club this morning a guy making an announcement for a prize draw spoke so loud into the mic that the evacuation alarm was triggered. He kept announcing over the top of it.

228. This morning I went to a local pioneer village which is normally frequented by tourists but I had the whole place to myself for half an hour.

229. Had major dental work done today. The dental assistant was yet another one who is learning English as she goes.

230. Noticed the different classes of customers in two adjacent cafés a few feet apart in a shopping centre, one a donut place, the other a regular coffee place. The customers in one are well dressed, healthy, employed. Those in the other are scruffier, fatter, poorer.

231. Walked to a nature reserve this afternoon and saw a kangaroo and her joey eating grass as one unit.


Black and white ruins

A few years ago in Les Angles, France, near the Spanish border, I came across a collapsed cottage, its roof shingles caving in, door hanging off, woodwork tumbling to the ground. I took a photo of it, not because of the decrepitude but because of the colours. Every one of the dark grey shingles was partly covered in orange lichen, the stones of the walls were of varying earthy tones, and the door was a rich cedar brown. But today I’m switching the image to black and white to see how it compares with an image from my father’s WW2 album of a bombed building and a boy raising his arm. (Defiance? Victory?) The photo was taken in the Middle East, probably Egypt. Both buildings in the photos are ruined, no longer habitable, probably beyond repair.

I like the softness of the 1941 image. Despite it being a scene of war damage, the picture is easy to look at, I don’t need to see more detail. What’s there is enough. Usually I turn away from shots like this, confronted as we are these days with countless graphic scenes of destruction on our news pages. But this one I can look at.

By contrast, the recent image of a French cottage in a ski town in the Pyrenees is starkly clear. I suspect a weighty load of snow has brought down the roof. This photo which I took in 2015 has definition to each of the shingles, stones and pieces of timber, even a few nails sticking out of the boards, making it an interesting image to analyse. To compare the blocks in the foreground of each image, those in the 1941 photo are roughly defined but not sharp like those in the newer one. The building in the background of the Egyptian photo looks interesting and I would like to see more of its detail. So, my conclusion is that the newer photo is more useful information-wise, but the old picture from World War Two gives enough information about war, and no more is needed.