December 19th, 2020
looking more like it's escaped from the English countryside than usual.
This is the last post here. I'm stopping the Paid Account so no more photos can be added (existing photos and posts should remain). Hopefully this means I'll get around to updating my actual website
and adding more content to the various subject-specific WP blogs I have. Also I'd like to start a personal journal over there. And there's always our book blog
. (Eyes off the tag, do I need a bugle?)
December 8th, 2014
The Nanonovel just completed is a murder mystery set in Hobart in 1827, and the main character is a police constable, and pickpocket on the side. Which is all well and good, but now I need to know something about policing in Hobart in 1827. That's all.
In the 1820s, things were rather different to what we're used to. Rather than a centralised, professional police force, the job often fell to unpaid/poor paid locals, with no uniforms and not a lot of authority. In NSW & VDL, at least, the job was about maintaining order (and retrieving absconders) rather than investigating crimes.
It was also a time of change, and that meant change in what police meant. The London Metropolitan Police were established in 1829. Even in Hobart Town, there was a major restructuring in 1827 (one reason for my date).
It is also a time people don't feel a need to write about, for anywhere. The little I've found in secondary sources (books & online) has been about the organisation. And by "little" I mean I have about enough notes to fill about 1.5 word processor pages, from all the resources I've been able to find. Primary sources might be useful, if I can discover what they are and then get access to them :)
I did get lucky last week. I found Police Superintendent Humphrey's evidence to the Bigge Commission in Series 3, Volume 3 of the Historical Records of Australia (a rather dry looking series of volumes that cover three shelves in the library) and the very useful "Standing Instructions for the Constabulary of Van Diemen's Land in appendix 17 of the second volume of the three volume "Report from the Select Committee on Transportation". They being from 1820 & 1836 respectively, although the latter was issued under the same lt governor who did the restructure so it's particularly useful. (Those two reports are also full of other useful and/or interesting stuff, I should consult them more often.)
Still that's a good start, and I feel more confident about writing it now. There are big holes still. (Like where does the MC sleep at night? I'm fairly sure he's not in the prisoner barracks but the police barracks don't seem to have been built yet (I wish I hadn't come across that bit of information or I could have happily been sending him there each night.)) There's also more to be pulled from the newspapers on Trove, but that is time consuming and not frustrating because of things that are implied or hinted at but never explained. It's like doing a jigsaw with no picture and all the pieces have been mixed up with the pieces in other boxes.
November 29th, 2014
So usual sharing of
White line = goal.
Blue line = actual word count
November 12th, 2014
How the Good News came to Harefield
From the final issue of the Harefield Park Boomerang
, a little newspaper produced for the patients of Harefield House Hospital
under the editorship of Mrs Theodora Roscoe. Poems, photos (of home), funny stories and anecdotes, the usual stuff you find in newsletters produced for/by soldiers. Although this, also in the final issue, is a bit different:( Read more...Collapse )
October 30th, 2014
I wasn't sure about sharing photos from this exhibition. A lot of it is audio-visual, and much of its effectiveness comes from the placement of the elements within the space, and both of those get lost in photos. Against that, it might also be of interest to those who never/rarely get down to Hobart to actually see it.( Read more...Collapse )
October 25th, 2014
Today I went to the Scale Model Expo and took some photos! But as it was inside, most of the photos are not very good :( These are the better ones, and Troy's planes are at the end.( Read more...Collapse )
October 9th, 2014
It is Show Day today, so here are some sheep (from Longford show last year).
Ryeland ram (old English breed, prime lambs)( Read more...Collapse )
October 3rd, 2014
Three objects from three museums at three different levels (national, state, local) in three different states/territories.
Three objects that particularly interested me when I visited museums in the last twelve months
From National Museum of Australia Old New Land gallery:
Two skeletons, the one at the back being the shorter ones. Its head blends into the background a bit so you have to look carefully. An interesting way to demonstrate the changes between the modern merino sheep and the earlier type.
The accompanying caption says: In the early 19th century, Elizabeth Macarthur played a key role in importing and breeding merino sheep. Today, descendents of these sheep form a closed-flock at the Elizabeth Macarthur Agricultural Institute, near Sydney.( Read more...Collapse )
September 6th, 2014
Beechworth, in north-east Victoria, but I've been here before
in 2009 so this is just a sort of overview of the town post, and then some bits and pieces later as I feel like it.
Looking at the older post, reminds that on the first time I came here I was asked "Why go there?" and this time it was "Why go there again?" Same answer, of course: because it's there. But also, I keep visiting places and having a quick look around and thinking "One day I'll have to come back and have a proper look about". So the more I travel, the longer my list of places still to visit becomes. Silly :)
In 2009, I stayed 2 night in Beechworth but left first thing in the morning, with a 2 hour stop over in Benalla on the way back to Melbourne. So I wanted to spend a bit more time in both, and I also included two other places just seen from the coach window (there were no trains running in 2009) to make sure there was enough to make the trip worthwhile. Four nights. Four towns.
(It did occur to me in the days beforehand that maybe I should have made the trip longer, but by the time I got to the end, four days was quite enough thanks. One of these days I'll go on a trip that involves lots of sitting around and relaxing. Really.)( Read more...Collapse )
September 1st, 2014
Hydro Tasmania as one hundred years old, and as part of their celebrations, they're having open days at some of their stations
. Trevallyn was open yesterday, so I went down for a look.( Read more...Collapse )
August 31st, 2014
This weekend the National Automobile Museum of Tasmania
had a "Public Awareness Day" i.e. an open day where members of the public also bring along their vehicles. I went along on Saturday and took some photos but camera failed miserably at the inside photo things. Which is a pity because they have some very cool vehicles. Some of the not-so-bad photos below:
This first part has the older (pre-1910) cars. Then some motorcycles. Then a range of other interesting vehicles. Then outside.( Read more...Collapse )
August 11th, 2014
See this photo? I took this photo, then went to retake it and nothing happened. No movement of lens. No sound of focusing. No shutter click.
(Firstly, I tried to buy a new battery. DSE don't sell them. Battery place doesn't either. "Too many different types, he said, and the capabilities of phone cameras now--" Bah. Camera far exceeded stupid phone camera.)
I retook the same photo on little camera of weird photoness and crappy battery. It's not too bad with the streetscape thing. (And it is nice having a quiet, small camera, even if I kept losing it in my pocket.)
August 10th, 2014
OK I will do the cemetery. That way I can spend some time sorting and editing next batch of photos and now have to worry about getting them up tonight.
You can read or not, as you wish. (Although there might, or might not, be a reference back n later posts, depending on what I decided to show/writer about.) (Also, there might be a test at a the end.) As usual, I've included extracts from the Wangaratta Cemetery Self-guided Tour Brochure in italics
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August 9th, 2014
I'll leave these in the order they were taken, mostly, because there is no reason not to and moving them around is tedious and time consuming.
Art Deco Court House! I don't know why the idea of an Art Deco-style court house is so cool, but it is. Maybe because court houses are either usually elaborate older buildings or dull newer buildings. Maybe because the writing on the building is Art Deco too, which is just so non-court housey. Whatever the reason, it is a cool looking building.
The heritage walk brochure goes on about it in great lengths. It says Court House & Public Office: They were built in 1938 at a cost of £14,000.
OK so maybe not great or lengths but it is included. ( Read more...Collapse )
August 8th, 2014
Random choice gives Wangaratta as the topic of the first photo post. It was also the first stop on my trip, and the last.
(I caught the Sydney express train from Melbourne, and got off here to catch coach to Beechworth. This gave me over three clear hours to wander about the town and takes photos. Camera had over ideas :( This lead to much sadness and then purchase of a little red camera with automatic everything and some other annoying traits, and I had an hour or two of photo taking. Then on Friday, I intended to return here and catch express back to Melbourne but they were saying delays of up to 40 minutes due to track work, so I cancelled and instead booked an earlier (and cheaper) VLine service. When I asked the nice lady at the counter what would get me to Melbourne by 6.30 pm, she frowned at the timetable and said "There's the 1.42 but it's a coach". Due to trackwork, coaches were substituting for trains. But it would allow me to spend a few more hours wandering around taking photos and get to Melbourne in plenty of time for my plane. So I booked on the coach and was given a ticket saying 1.42 Coach. But when I turned up on Friday to get on the 1.42 Coach it was instead 1.42 Train. Which was good. But the point of that being, I spent a couple of hours in Wangaratta on both Monday and Friday.)
Now to the photos, and I have split them into two posts. This one will be Murphy Street, some views of the streets and some of buildings along it, with notes from the heritage walk brochure the nice lady at the information centre gave me. The second post will be the other streets. I'm using the Heritage Walk Wangaratta brochure produced by the Wangaratta Regional Tourism Board, and I'll put bits from that in italics
. These first paragraphs are a slightly rearranged version of their "Snapshot of Wangaratta's History".( Read more...Collapse )
August 5th, 2014
War @ 07:58 pm
As you've probably seen elsewhere, the fourth of August 1914 was the start of World War I (which was the 5th of August in Australia, which is today) and, as you;ve probably also seen, I've been doing a lot of related work at the museum. All right, that's all I've been doing for months? Years? Something like that.
I started with the photos from the Weekly Courier, a local weekly publication with full page photographic inserts in the middle, and spent some time transcribing a diary and one afternoon looking at photos of dead bodies in trenches*, but mostly recently I've been looking at service records, and reading them. These build a different story of the war to the usual ones. This story is made up from medical records, lists of promotion and transfers, letters from next of kin, medical records, disciplinary matters and requests for replacement medals/discharge papers. It is accounts of men in and out of hospital, dying of wounds soon after returning home, or decades later. GSW & shell shock** & gassing. It is letters from family asking for news when they haven't heard anything in a long time, or wanting the address of the hospital to write to, or enquiring about personal effects for a dead son while dealing with a seriously injured son, or waiving the claim of a bastard son's rights to medals (as next of kin) in favour of the soldier's father (but don't address these letters to the mother, as she doesn't know about the child), or trying to find the location of a grave Of men declared missing during August 1916 but the family having to wait months for the official KIA verdict, along with accounts of witnesses who had last seen them (being blown up by a shell, laying the ground seriously injured). The dead left there to be buried by shells. An NCO buried by his men in the cemetery of a nearby village.
Those who never made it out of (training) camp because they lied about their age. One such young man, whose two brothers had enlisted earlier, came back for a second try when he was old enough and was finally get sent over overseas, only to run up a string of AWLs. Pages of them. Even when he was finally sent home, he jumped ship in the US. Or the forty-four year old whose wife wrote a very long letter saying how hard he was finding it, how he really wanted to enlist and do his bit, but he was finding it very hard and he'd be forty-six in a few months... Or a young man from Warsaw, Russia who was discharged for being an enemy agent. He was actually from Bohemia, but he really hated the Germans and wanted to fight them, his letter said.
Recommendation for awards for gallantry, with accompanying descriptions. A major whose knee was injured when a plane fell into his tent. A captain blown up by a shell and twice covered by dirt, who was suffering from concussion and gassing. A young Duntroon graduate with a bright future killed in the Gallipoli landing. The three brothers, of whom only one came home. The major who shot himself on the transport home.
This is not the story you get through TV and films. It's a story about people doing what they did and how it affected them, and it contrasts so differently with the ra-ra dramatics you get on the screen (and in books and magazines) that I'm not sure I can watch them any more. It's a little depressing, with occasional light moments, but mostly it's fascinating and deep and I wish it would go away and leave me along.
*This is not a good thing to do. Not at all. There are some fascinating WWI photos that are worth looking at
. Maybe even spending a whole afternoon looking at, but not exclusively bodies in trenches.
**Which seems to have originally been used to describe the (not visible) injuries caused by a shell including hearing loss, but later developed the broader meaning, although I can't find a source to confirm this
August 3rd, 2014
Last night we went to a trivia fundraising event, and it was a bit... odd.
Not the trivia event itself. I'd been to the same event last year and it was much the same. Eight rounds of 10 or 20 questions. Each team is given a paper with the questions on it and ~five minutes to write down their answers. They can buy an answer ($2) or clue ($1) each round. Usual sort of thing.
The first round was easy, a sort of warm up round, with facts and figures. (e.g. How many days in June? How many S's are there in the name of the world's longest river? Fred collects cigarettes ends to make into cigarettes for himself. 7 ends will make one cigarette. He has 49 ends. How many cigarettes can he make?) We got 10/10. As did most of the other teams.
Second round was names of women who have won Olympic gold medals, scrambled. Also not that hard for the most part, and we got 20/20. As did three of the other teams.
Third found, badly copied photos of people to identify. A bit harder, but we got 10/10. As did, um, no other teams.
Fourth round was Tasmania. Bit harder. (e.g How many columns outside the town hall? When did women get the vote? What were the names of Tasman's ships?) But 20/20 again.
Really. Quite odd.
I kept going up to the check the scoreboard at the front of the room, and each time, there was the perfect score. Not something that is likely to happen again -- you need just the right combination of topics & team members -- but fun.
(Round 6 we finally got two wrong (What is the name of the white semi-circle thing at the base of the the fingernails?) and also in the final round; but we'd obviously won by then.)
July 21st, 2014
3 @ 09:10 pm
I seem to be juggling three new stories in my head: plots ideas and developments, character backgrounds, world building details and background research. Three. One is usually enough to keep me occupied.
#3 decided today that the characters needed names, and with that came their back stories. And I don't know anything about trains (well not enough to write about them) and even less about railway construction.
#2 at least just needs me to do some back-to-origins reading, and then I can make up the rest as I go (yay for SF).
#1, I am sure, is laughing at me, and I've forgotten their names. Also, police procedures 1820s-style?
July 20th, 2014
Friday afternoon I caught the bus down to Hobart. I didn't see a point in getting up first thing in the morning to catch a bus when I didn't have to be there in the evening, and there was a Redline bus going down at lunch time. What I forgot was I don't like going to Hobart on Redline. Coming back is OK but going down I don't like. Anyway, I got down there after 5 pm and went to the Alabama Hotel to meet Joee.
It's a new hotel. "Budget Boutique" is how they describe themselves, and they have pink flamingo lights in the stairwell. ( Read more...Collapse )
July 16th, 2014
Quiet @ 04:17 pm
Lack of posting here is due to much writing and reading. Which is good, although it does leave me with lots of things I want to do here. This week I'll do some.
June 23rd, 2014
Just adding a bit extra to the entries about Long Marsh Dam
, the never completed, very abandoned dam and accompanying "settlement" in the middle of the bush that we visited in 2011.
There is a lonely bush grave
, of a worker who was killed on site, Thomas Collins, aged 36. This is him.
Looked him up to see if there was any (easy) way to find out who was working there, but if you ignore that rather large final entry, the only indication is a possible "L M" in the "Station of Gang" entry. The records of men on either side of him don't have this, so they weren't allocated on the basis of ship either. It might have been an interesting thing to follow up on :)
June 11th, 2014
Here. @ 06:16 pm
I need to post here more often.
The reasons for not doing so are not good. They might be valid, but they're not good.
The reason to do so*, is very good.
So, I need to post here more often.
Also, need new user icons.
*I like to go back and read them.
June 1st, 2014
The adult monkeys in City Park don't actually do a lot. Mostly they sit around and groom each other, the move to another spot and groom someone else. Occasionally they chase each other or swing on a rope or strip branches from a tree. So I was amused to catch this bit of action as I was leaving yesterday.
There was a baby monkey (who I'll refer to as "he" for clarity) sitting on a rock doing typical baby monkey things i.e. picking things up from the rock and seeing if they're edible, when an adult female came along.( Read more...Collapse )
Some photos from Protest in the Park in Princes Square yesterday. I wasn't feeling particularly enthusiastic so there are just some signs and crowd shots from the back. But rally there was, and attend and take photos I did. ( Read more...Collapse )
This is a tree in Princes Square with lovely branches. That is all :)
May 2nd, 2014
So back in January
, I said "Just outside Rosebery this is a dirt road that runs off the south. There are number of signs at the turn off that point to "Williamsford 6 km", "Car Park 6 km", Montezuma Falls." Then went on to show photos of the abandoned mineral extraction plant site just up the road a bit. After leaving there, well it was only five more kilometres to Williamsford so the sensible thing to do is go find it.
This area is a bit, well, uninhabited and has lots of trees. This photo and next one are taken from the car.( Read more...Collapse )
At Bastyon Dam on Lake Rosebery, as best I can tell. There's a photo with a location sign taken five minutes later.
April 26th, 2014
Some photos from Brixhibition 2014, at Kings Meadows High School. Bigger and better than last year.( Read more...Collapse )
April 25th, 2014
A couple of entries from the diary I was transcribing (Mervyn Luck, a driver in the 3rd Field Artillery Brigade. 22 years old when he joined in August 1915.) The diary starts when he embarked in October 1914 through to June 1915. It's record of what he did he each day. Brief, to the point and not a lot of context.
Saturday 24 April
Left Lemnos for Dardunells at seven oc every body very excited in sight of land all day
Sunday 25 April
Got up at five about 30 war boats engaged all shooting 78 boats in sight getting our pontoon ready to land several wounded soldiers & sailors brought abord our boat 3 Bgde Infantry landed in morning about 700 casualtys areoplains flying over all day shoting ceased about dark We shifted our boat round the cape several Batterys of howitzers cant be loacated
Monday 26 April
War boats continue to shoot at six oc 1 Battery left our boat at 8 oc to land all the wounded taken off our boat to hospital ship Beautiful clear weather shooting continues until lights out
April 15th, 2014
Moon is both dark and bright. Camera doesn't like this.( Read more...Collapse )
April 10th, 2014
A Bit @ 07:40 pm
Found a notebook with a half a page written on, and that's a bit from a story I don't recognise:
Agent Theron took the bag & swung the other onto shoulder.
"You're right with that?"
He shrugged his other shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Ma?on. We're not used to having a senior agent."
"Investigator" she said "and I would hope. We only come when have a problem."
He went quiet for a few minutes.
"Have you been before?"
"Yes." 15 years ago, when she was fresh out of the Academy.
It's a bit hard to read in places. Don't know what it's from. It's in green so probably recent but the box I took it out of has, amongst other stuff:
uni notes from 1992 (gifted & special children)
catalogue for dog show 1994 (bitchy's first show, she got Best Baby Puppy Group 2 (Terriers)
Souvenir Guide to the Penny Royal Windmill, printed 1978
National Trust newsletter 2010
lots of stuff from Adult Ed writing classes, early 1990s
Sydney Olympics souvenir newspaper, 2000
Envelope from Sanitarium with reprint postcards, 1988
letter from Sam (Raymond Terrace), early 1990s
brochures from Maldon & Bendigo, 2010
Launceston City Council Calendar, 2012
JRTCA Newsletter 1994
TAFE notes, 2011
early notes and drafts for stories I'm currently submitting
So it could have come from another time!
March 25th, 2014
OK this is my coolest photo ever for this year. From the Weekly Courier (11/9/19)
The Peace Loan aeroplane, previously introduced here, over Launceston.( Read more...Collapse )
March 16th, 2014
There's been much talk lately about the gendering of children's toys and the marketing thereof. I was idly curious about how much division of the sexes occurred in early toy advertising so I wandered over and looked for some ads from a hundred years ago (March 1914).
I searched in advertising with some key words (e.g. toys, dolls) and these are the first ads I came across for a toy shop or department (hence the number of regional publications). So no deliberate selection.
The Gundagai Independent and Pastoral, Agricultural & Mining Advocate( Read more...Collapse )
March 15th, 2014
Some photos from Tony Robinson’s Tour of Duty
at the QVMAG today. The focus of this episode is war militaria & story.
Louise (Collectons Manager) & Andrew (Librarian) and the nurse painting of unknown origin.( Read more...Collapse )
March 10th, 2014
I think I'll write a murder mystery/police drama TV series:
Episode 1: A body is found in small town. Immediately afterwards every one in the town leaves because they know what happens next. Turns out to be have been a murder committed elsewhere but they just dumped the body there.
Episode 2: The body of a young man is found in the lake behind the hotel by a two kids fishing. No one knows who he is. Turns out to be a tourist who had too many drinks one night and mistook the jerry for a lakeside walkway.
Episode 3: New home owners digging in the garden of their new house find two bodies wrapped in sheets. Turn out to be canine.
Episode 4: The night after a bad storm an elderly woman is found dead at the bottom of the stairs and just outside the same town, a young woman is found dead in her car. Is there a connection? Turns out one fell down the stairs because the power was out during the storm and the other run off the road because she misjudged the corner in the rain.
Needs some more episodes, I think.
March 9th, 2014
Revisiting the west coat. In fact, revisiting a site that I posted photos for back in January
because that is what we did, and we discovered the more interesting parts.
So this is the lookout that I showed last time. The area was the site of a processing plant operated by the Tasmanian Metal Extraction Company (TME) in 1913/1914. This lookout is just off the Williamsford Road, and gives you a view over the site, but there's no access down to it.
However, if you leave turn off the main path just before the lookout and go around to the right and then around to the left, you eventually end up on the area below the lookout. ( Read more...Collapse )
March 7th, 2014
Because it's a long weekend
- At least two LJ posts*
- Two posts on 432 pages**
- Read some more of boring book from library
- Make a start on Essay 1***
- Read more of evil WIP, and try to finish
- Glare at query for Seals
*One photos (TME II, Williamsford or non-bikes), one text
**Traction engine & something that's not new photos; consider encouraging sqrl involvement
***Start can mean copy a question to a Word doc and then save it in a relevant folder
February 5th, 2014
This is Zeehan.
There is something that fascinates me about this town, ever since my first visit ten years ago. We'd come through Tullah, and stopped at Rosbery for some photos. Then we're driving along the main street of Zeehan, which is rather long, but not unlike the other towns with miners cottages and the occasional hotel or small shop, until we get to--( Read more...Collapse )
February 3rd, 2014
Beach @ 12:01 am
We went to the beach today so I took some photos. They're only taken with the camera so they're nothing much but taken they were so here they are.( Read more...Collapse )
January 27th, 2014
This is Rosebery. It's story is that of every other mining town. Ore is discovered nearby, in this case gold and zinc, and a town is established.Quite a township is springing up at the Rosebery. A commodious hotel, butcher's and baker's shops and store are already built. The population is 200.The Mercury, 1897
Unlike many mining towns, Rosebery didn't have the boom/bust cycle. The current population now is 1000 people. In the middle of last century the population got up over 2000 but I don't think it ever got much either.
South west along the main street. (That's Agnes St.)( Read more...Collapse )
Just outside Rosebery this is a dirt road that runs off the south. There are number of signs at the turn off that point to "Williamsford 6 km", "Car Park 6 km", Montezuma Falls. About one kilometre in though is a small car park and tower.
"Track to T.M.E site".( Read more...Collapse )
January 26th, 2014
I blame my sister for this. She asked about the origin of the expression "they wouldn't know me from a bar of soap". I had a look. I discovered it's origin isn't that simple.
It is apparently addressed in a 2009
edition of OzWords, a newsletter from the Australian National Dictionary Centre. In answer to a letter they say:The international expression that you allude to—not to know a person from Adam— was first recorded in 1784. The variant not to know a person (or something) from a bar of soap appears first in New Zealand in 1903: "Didn't know the game [of golf] from a bar of soap." It is next used in Australia, in 1918: "Don’t know ’im from a bar of soap." Thereafter it is widely used in both Australia and New Zealand, as in this passage from Kylie Tennant’s 1943 novel Ride on Stranger: "'Why doesn't she marry the child's father?' ... 'It’s my belief she doesn't know him from a bar of soap.'"
It is unlikely that hygiene was the issue that gave rise to the idiom. In this age of soaps that come in so many shapes, forms, smells, and colours, it is easy to forget that in earlier days all bars of soap looked much the same. One member of the Dictionary Centre commented: "it alludes to the anonymous nature of rectangular (yellow) bars of soap, produced by the indistinguishable thousands on production lines in factories. The allusion works well because it’s such a common commodity."
But they're wrong about the earliest date. The date matters because you need that to get some idea of where and how a phrase originated. Anyway, a quick trawl through the newspapers in Trove gives an occurrence in 1900 in a Queensland newspaper:That the sentries at the gates to the Exhibition-ground, Brisbane, have their time fully occupied in preventing people swarming in to lines.
That, recently, a sentry called a would-be visitor to halt, and inquired his business. That the reply was, "I wish to see Sergeant Brown."
That the volunteer-man, after due consideration, answered: "Don't know Sergeant Brown from a bar of soap! You get-back !"
That, considering that the sentry was a powerful man, standing 6ft. in his socks, the would-be visitor got--quickly! ( Read more...Collapse )
So this is the other bit of Tullah, established in the 1970s to provide accommodation for the Hydro-Electric Commission's workers during construction of their power scheme. ( Read more...Collapse )
January 25th, 2014
This is Tullah. One part old mining town, two parts former Hydro village. From the north, it's the first town you encounter after a long time of nothing (no towns, no houses, no mobile signal). From the south, it's the last town before a long stretch of nothing.
The potted history on the archived Online Access Centre web site
says... Tullah was established as a small mining settlement in 1900 following the discovery of silver lead ore in 1897 by Josiah Innes and party. Original access was by foot and packhorse until the Mt Farrell Tramway was completed in March 1909. In 1924 the Wee Georgie Wood steam railway linked the town to the Emu Bay railway and this continued until 1964 when the Murchison Highway was completed.
The Hydro Electric Commission commenced construction of the Pieman River Power Development in 1973. At the peak of construction the population of Tullah reached 2500. Construction was completed in 1985 but Tullah remained the construction base for the King River and Anthony Power Developments until their completion in 1994.
The two parts of the township are, as you'll see, quite separate in both atmosphere and location, so I'll give each one its own post. That way I can use more photos and gets posts for one lot of work. ( Read more...Collapse )
January 24th, 2014
I have declared this weekend to be Catch Up on LJ Photos Weekend. So, lots of posts with lots of photos and not much background (i.e. links). Will be mostly towns, but some other things for variety.
Also brain keeps whispering about bushrangers. Actually, it wants to watch DVDs but there aren't any, so maybe a post or two instead. Words, of course, not photos.
January 22nd, 2014
This is Tullah Pioneer Cemetery...( Read more...Collapse )
January 19th, 2014
Hobart's Tasman Bridge from a slighty different angle. I did post these at the time (2006) but I like them :)( Read more...Collapse )
January 17th, 2014
The quote from the Australian Heritage Database
that interested me was:The bridge was naturally a focus for the noted ornamental and picturesque quality of Richmond, its vernacular character drawing on centuries of precedents in England and Europe, sharply contrasting with the crisp urbanity of the Ross Bridge or the machine-age precision of the Red (brick) Bridge at Campbell Town.
Don't really think "crisp urbanity" is the way to describe the bridge at Ross. Urbanity maybe. Crisp suggests a smoothness, or straight lines. Certainly a lack of decorative details. But appropriate adjectives aside, there is a point in there. You can look at the first bridge as looking back, drawing on its design from its creators' past. Whereas the other two are more a reflection of the time they were built. Maybe they're all a reflection of the time they were built in. A decade is a long time, and the societies that built them were rather different. Now that's an idea to pursue: bridges as a reflection of the society that constructed them. Although that does mean knowing something, and thinking about, that context. ( Three photosCollapse )
January 15th, 2014
No post last night due to it melting in heat. So I declare that Bridge Week is now Bridge Fortnight instead :)
Anyway, this is the Red Bridge at Campbell Town. From the road it is a rather dull sort of bridge.( Read more...Collapse )
January 13th, 2014
One of the quotes from yesterday's post
was curious and I wanted to follow up on it, but that means looking at the Ross and Campbell Bridges first.
This is the Ross Bridge, finished in 1836, a good ten years after Richmond's bridge. I was just going to post one photo of with a link to photos I've shared before
. But then I was looking for some informationon the previous bridge and came across a document entitled Nomination for an National Engineering Landmark Revisited by The Engineering Heritage Tasmania Engineers Australia July 2006
(PDF) which has a curious bit in it about the carvings. I'll include that bit here. The initiative to provide each of the arch stones with a deep relief carving originated with Daniel Herbert. It is most striking that, in amongst all the voluminous correspondence concerning this bridge, between the Lieutenant-Governor, the Colonial Architect/Engineer, the Superintendent of Convicts, the Inspector of Public Works, local settlers and the Superintendent of Ross, there is not any mention of these carvings. Herbert must have gained prior permission from Capt. Turner to sculpt these stones, and this permission must have been granted, at least verbally.
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