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School of Botany, Melbourne University. Just about the first grey day this autum. This particular corner of the university looks wonderful at the moment.
The "ideal library". A small shopfront library with exquisite design and planning. Many, many innovative features. Co-located with a commercial bookshop and cinema.
A sea wall taken at Sydney's Kurnell - looking into Botany Bay.
Kurnell is famous for being the birthplace of the modern Australian nation. It is where Captain James Cook first landed in Australia in 1777.
My first bus trip for 11½ weeks was on my local bus on the Huddersfield to Houses Hill 241 route operated by South Yorkshire Community Buses.. I then walked back home for my daily excercise from Botany Lane, Lepton.
A sunbeam blesses the plant life growing in a stormdrain. View of the L.A. River from the Main Street Bridge.
This is one of the "Peach Tree" rocks...which are anomalous landscape features. The various rocks are capped by a band of fairly resistant ironstone (a cemented sandstone) with many layers of unconsolidated, fossilliferous sands below. Therefore, they end up very broad at the top, with a very narrow base. They always end up falling over. Unfortunately, it's always the local human beings that hasten their demise...for one thing by carving their damn initials into the soft, sandy bases, and then by climbing up on top. (Don't get me started.)
BIOL 527, "Spring Flora"...first off-campus field trip of the semester, to Peachtree Rock Nature Preserve in Lexington County SC
BIOL 527, "Spring Flora"...first off-campus field trip of the semester, to Peachtree Rock Nature Preserve in Lexington County SC
The "ideal library". A small shopfront library with exquisite design and planning. Many, many innovative features. Co-located with a commercial bookshop and cinema.
Taken along the Cedar Point Tideland Trail, just east of and across the water from Swansboro.
This is another of those unscenic images of mine that will be eschewed by the Nature-Must-Be-Pretty crowd. After all, what sane person would photograph a bunch of dead trees, especially when there are no cutesy little critters perched in them?
Most of the trees in the frame, living and dead, are Loblolly Pines (Pinus taeda). The big ones, now bereft of any foliage, were mortally injured or killed outright by one or more late-twentieth-century hurricanes.
Still, with the heedlessness characteristic of youth, the next generation of Loblollies stands ready to take their place. And in turn those sprouts and saplings are destined to grow tall, drink in all that sunlight, and then get whacked straight to perdition by tropical storms yet to come.
This inexorable cycle of life and death surely must mean something. At the very least, I suppose, it's a reminder that the Carolinas Coastal Plain, and especially its Atlantic shore and barrier islands, are located in one of the most meteorologically violent places on the planet.
That said, it's hard to imagine this brutal fact on a fine and breezy summer's day, when one drives through the area, encrusted as it is with beachfront communities that have temporarily obliterated the natural order of things.
But in civilization's grand argument with nature, nature always gets the last word. As shall become increasingly apparent as this saddest of centuries wears on.
The other photos and descriptions of this series can be found in my Botany of the Carolinas Coastal Plain album.
Carrying a Sheet of Wool 1948
This photo was taken 1950 at Swinbourne & Stephens Wool Yard, Botany by my father, Jack Apps. The man carrying the sheet of wool is my Uncle Les Thomas.
The wool was processed through a scouring machine then washed and steamed dry.The wool was then dropped onto a sheet measuring approximately 24 feet square.The sheet was then gathered up by the corners and heaved on to the workers back.As you can imagine it was very heavy and engulfed the workers body. He would then follow the concrete path,as he could not lift his head to see where he was going, to the next shed where the wool was then pressed into bales for transport to the wool stores. The truck in the background, which is a 1926 International, is loaded with the bales to be transported to the Wool Stores.
My grandfather, David Apps and Uncle, also Jack Apps drove the trucks.