We’re at Black Mountain Tower. The last time I came here was probably in the late Eighties. Strangely, its interior (of the observation deck at least) doesn’t seem to have been renovated since then – the pebble-crete flooring is still in tact, and the cafe only serves retro favourites.
None of the interior detracts from the view outside, however.
We climbed the stairs to the two exterior observation floors, and the view was spectacular.
There weren’t any snow on the Brindabella Ranges though. That was quite good news for us, because we really didn’t want to drive on icy roads.
Lake Burley Griffin was calm on this bright and crisp Sunday morning. Many people were about walking, jogging, cycling, kayaking. Canberrans seem to be an active lot (relatively). Me, I spent some time reading a book in the sun – the warmest place to be.
In the distance is the Black Mountain tower. We’ll go there tomorrow.
If there’s two things that everyone in Australia knows about Canberra it’s that it’s full of roundabouts, and it’s bloody freezing in winter. Now I’ve experienced both at the same time.
But nothing is so glorious as red tulips en-masse, as seen in Canberra’s Floriade or the Southern Highlands each year.
Another beautiful sign of Spring in cooler climates is the arrival of cherry blossoms. While the Japanese hold festivals to commemorate this event, I contemplated a few lovely trees in the Canberra Botanical Gardens. I like the effect here, how by focussing into the middle of the tree I’ve created a 3D-like effect.
A little celebration to commemorate the arrival of Spring. The tulips aren’t quite out yet, but I have last year’s photos, where I ventured down to the Southern Highlands and Canberra to view the flowers.
I liked the innovate planting at last year’s Floriade, especially the curves.
I was in Canberra again over the weekend and visited the War Memorial for the first time since I was 12.
It’s a sobering experience to wander through the miles and miles of exhibits that meticulously catalogued every conflict Australia’s been involved in since the Boer War. However, the most interesting fact was a little display detailing the WWII massacre at Bangka Island, the place where my grandparents came from, and from which they had fled from probably just weeks before this took place.
The two long corridors that made up the Roll of Honour was a reminder of how many people were lost.
Some people in my group were surprised to see so many Japanese tourists at the Memorial, but I wasn’t surprised at all. After all, I have been to the Japanese musuems when I visited the Tokyo and Hiroshima. Hiroshima in particular was heartbreaking. It brought home to me that neither side got through unscathed.
War is crap whichever way you look at it.
No Tiny Tim thankfully, but plenty of beautiful blooms at the Canberra Floriade.
More Floriade photos here