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So I planted little bulbs in Winter hoping for tufts of little blue flowers in Spring.
I didn't get many and now even they are being shriveled by the duststorm.
I got up this morning to a perfect day and took this photo of a crisp blue flower for an idea I wanted to develop.
I sat down to work at my computer at 7am.
I rang my sister in Sydney when I saw the red dawn there via Twitter.
I worked to 11.30am and thought I must've been coming down with a cold because I kept sneezing.
When I looked out the window I saw the dust haze. I locked the house up.
At 2pm, just for fun, I checked the flower. I took another photo.
I didn't photoshop it in any way except reduce it in size.
By 4.30pm, orange light went - sucked the radiance out of the flower too.
Felt like Hollyhocks - TWO years ago. Bought a pack of seeds.
Three plants survived. Finally I have Hollyhocks.
Relieved that they survived the duststorm.
Yesterday one bud opened. Today another.
Yipee! This one stands over a metre tall.
This Public Works Dept photo is the first time I've thought that the Kurilpa Bridge had style.
From any other angle this Tall Ships Marina of a Bridge looks like a pick up sticks nest.
I know, it's a design miracle. So what?
This crook of the Brisbane River will have FOUR bridges - when the Hale Street flyover is done.
Do the words visual pollution come to anyone else's mind?
They built it and then discovered it was pretty low.
It made me nervous from the very beginning and I'm no engineer.
The elegant William Jolly Bridge is now Brisbane's Opera House.
They put the Toaster in front of the Opera House and now the lovely curves
of the William Jolly Bridge are now sandwiched between a design "miracle" and a flyover.
I love bridges. LOVE them. But not this.
My favourite is the Story Bridge.
I cross this bridge at least eight times a week.
I love crossing this bridge - reminds me of the excitement of going to the airport.
It was the easiest way to the airport before the Gateway Bridge was built.
Now, it's the way to work and the gateway home every day.
It's a joy - except when there's an accident or someone decides to do something rash.