Sunday Selections 415

Sunday Selections was originally brought to us by Kim of Frogpondsrock, as an ongoing meme where participants could post previously unused photos languishing in their files.
 
The meme is now continued by River at Drifting through life.  The rules are so simple as to be almost non-existent.  Post some photos under the title Sunday Selections and link back to River.  River is taking a well-earned self care break.  She will be missed, but I will keep the meme warm for her.
Clicking on any of the photos will make them embiggen. 
 
Like River I usually run with a theme.  I am returning to the 'art' theme this week.  Public and natural.  It is a varied selection again this week and I suspect some will appeal more than others.  Which is fine, and a part of the reason I am glad that our street art is so varied.  Long term followers of this blog will recognise some of both the public and the natural art.  I don't feel (much) shame.  I appreciate them both.  As is also common there are a lot of photos.  And I don't feel (much) guilt.

This is a Pineapple Lily (Eucomis autumnalis I think).  Unlike many of the lilies this will not give grief to sensitive noses.

And our flowering cactus.  The blooms last just a day (less in the temperatures we have been having).  And are worth the wait.

And now to some public art from two of our city centres.  I had a commitment to our crisis line last week and went out early to try and beat the heat (I failed).

Both the metallic monolith (which I suspect allowed some beaurocrat to put a tick on 'install public art) and the mural come from the city centre I travel through on my way to Lifeline.  I couldn't find any attribution for either.

The next ones come from the city centre.  And are within a hundred yards of each other.

 I have always thought that Amanda Stuart's 'bush pack (nil tenure) is a nod to the dingo, our native dog.  With that in mind it seems entirely appropriate that the nearest artworks are a tribute to my cities' First People.

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The 'goon' as it is popularly known looks like the blown-up innards from a cask of wine.  It is too hot to sit on in summer and too chilly in winter.  Looking for an attribution (in vain) I came across this poem (also without an attribution) at its base.  A very truthful and much walked over poem about the area.  I am ashamed to say I have never noticed it before.

Lynette Bone's tale has delighted me since I first spotted it, set into the pavement in Garema Place some years ago.

The 'Young Eagle' (Qian Jian Hua) perches on a public noticeboard and surveys the scene below.  It supposedly 'evokes the strength, optimism and freedom of youth - a spirit which can be embraced at any age'.  Hear, hear.

It has been hot again.  Some parts of Australia, scorchingly and record-breakingly so.  While not as hot as other parts of the country we also broke records.  And experienced a minor earthquake to go with it.  We are having a 'cool' change for the next week or so and our maximum temperatures will fall to between 34-39C (95-102F).  Bleah.  Bring back winter.  And, as a grumpy aside our temperature yesterday was predicted to reach 34C and reached a little over 36C.  I do hope that trend doesn't continue.