BRIDGEWORK

Having recently posted some of my photographs of Sydney Opera House, I thought I'd share a few of my studies of Sydney's other landmark – the Sydney Harbour Bridge...

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The bridge was designed and built by British companies from Middlesborough and Darlington and was opened in 1932. It is the world's widest long-span bridge, the tallest steel arch bridge, measuring 440 feet from top to water level, and the fifth-longest spanning-arch bridge in the world. It is locally nicknamed 'The Coat Hanger'!

I attempted to photograph the bridge from various angles and in various lights in order to try and capture both its huge size and its graceful elegance...

I photographed the Opera House from beneath the bridge...

And I photographed the bridge reflected in – and seen through – windows of the Opera House...

And here are the bridge and the Opera House as seen from the perspective of a giraffe in Sydney Zoo...

You can find more of my Oz-shots in my flickr album, Sensational Sydney.

Images: © Brian Sibley 2001/2010

OPERATIC SETTINGS

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While rummaging through some old photos and saving them to my flickr photostream, I came across a number of pictorial memories from 2001 when, en route to Wellington, New Zealand, I stopped off for a few days in Sydney, Australia.

I will never forget checking into the Park Hyatt Hotel in the shadow of the famous Harbour Bridge and finding – to my utter delight – that the view from my bedroom window was of the famous Sydney Opera House. Over the next few days I photographed Danish architect Jørn Utzon's amazing building, literally, morning, noon and night!

Here are a few of those operatic settings...

Images: © Brian Sibley 2001/2010

FLUID ARTFORM

Sibley-blog-regular, Roger the Librarian has just pointed me in the direction of a fascinating - though essentially pointless - enterprise.

Yes, it does look like a lot of coffee cups...


But, as Rolf used to say, can you see what it is, yet?


Good heavens! It's dear old Mona in her cups, as it were! Arguably the world's most famous painting recreated with 3,604 cups of coffee - and 564 pints of milk!

Measuring 20 feet x 13 feet, the image took eight people just three hours to complete - which, when you think about it, is not that much longer than the average wait in a boutique coffee shop!

The drinkable version of Da Vinci's masterpiece was created for The Rocks Aroma Festival in Sydney, Australia, where it was seen by 130,000 people attending a one-day coffee-lovers event.


Each cup of black coffee was topped-up with varying amounts of milk - none, a little or a lot - which gave the different sepia shades required to create the 'painting'.

You can read a full account of the story in The Daily Telegraph.


"Beats Jesus in the Marmite lid," says Roger, adding, "Mine's a skinny latte Sistine Chapel, please!"

Thanks Roger, do you happen to know if they make a decaffeinated version?

THE HUMBUG OF OZ

I've always enjoyed literary pastiches and especially those based on one of my favourite books, Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol.

I was delighted, therefore, when Australian author KEL RICHARDS sent me a copy of his new book, An Aussie Christmas Carol: the story of mean and curmudgeonly old stock and station agent, Ted Scrooge, who one hot and dusty Christmas Eve is haunted by four ghosts who teach him the true spirit of Christmas.

I've only just started reading the saga of Ted Scrooge (it arrived a matter of hours ago), but it opens so well that I'm clearly going to enjoy this Aussie bush yarn and am delighted to be able to add it to my extensive Carol library...

Jack Marley was dead. He was dead and buried in the little cemetery at the end of the main street in the small outback town of Dandaloo. The town doctor had signed the death certificate. The town carpenter had nailed Jack Marley into a plain, wooden coffin - and old Jack hadn't once hammered on the lid and yelled to be let out. So there could be no doubt about it: Jack Marley was dead.

He was as dead as the hopes of a punter when the favourite runs last in the Melbourne Cup. He was as dead as Dandaloo Creek in the middle of summer, when it's nothing but a dried-up gully. He was as dead as the big blue-black blowflies stuck to the flypaper in the Dandaloo pub. He was as dead as the brown snake Bluey Grimnes chopped in half with his mattock when he was digging Marley's grave. There was no doubt about it: Jack Marley was dead.

Brilliant! Kel Richards' An Aussie Christmas Carol can be ordered here.

It is, of course, testimony to Dickens' genius that it has inspired - and continues to inspire - so many successful variations on a theme.

By the same post as brought me the Carol from Oz, came a Christmas stocking from my friend BOLL WEAVIL (thanks, Boll!) which included one of the most economical versions of Dickens' story I have come across. Here it is: A Christmas Carol in ninety words (like Marley) DEAD...

Ebenezer Scrooge was a mean and stingy man. He had no friends. So, he was all alone on Christmas Eve.

That night he was visited by The Ghost of Christmas Past, The Ghost of Christmas Present and The Ghost of Christmases To Come who told him to be kind to others or he would die a lonely and forgotten man.


The Spirits frightened Scrooge. When he woke up Christmas morning, he ran to the window and shouted, "Merry Christmas!"

From that day on, Scrooge was kind and generous to everyone.

I'm particularly pleased to note that whatever else he was, Scrooge had at least hung on to his teddy bear!

David suggested I ought to take it with me to the theatre tonight and give it to the cast so that everyone could go home early for once!

Meanwhile my dramatisation of the original (and somewhat longer) A Christmas Carol is now almost halfway through it's run at the Greenwich Playhouse and continues to play to delighted audiences. There's still time to book tickets and I've updated the fairly ecstatic reviews we have received - just in case you want to see what you're in for or, if you can't get there, in order to at least be able to enjoy it vicariously!

David Millard and Lucia McAnespie as Mr and Mrs Fezziwig

Image: Fezziwigs by Greg Hale, © 2007