Saturday, February 17, 2007

White Bay

The part of Sydney Harbour where we live is known as White Bay - conjuring images of brilliant sands, deep-blue ocean and bikini-clad honeys gambolling in the pristine surf.

Well, kinda...

This is the park outside the unit...

...where this beast prowls...

...and sees off any artistic cheeky monkey types.

One of the ferries coming in with another load of new cars.

They pull up here and leave the cars in this area.

Sydney is a working harbour which is just great - always something going on. This is the sugar storage and the gypsum hoppers.

Not that these layabouts really care.

Kowulka refueling. This guy is a regular visitor. It's a bulk cargo ship and brings gypsum which needs to be lifted out of the hold by those cranes.

In fact, he is here often enough to be around when the Google Earth satellite went over.

Today was 'Orange Day' on Kowulka, when all the sailors have to dress up in orange and squeeze into the lifeboat. Later, they have cake and pop.

To our delight, and to annoyance of the whale-botherers, a lot of the industrial stuff is painted so that it looks like what it is rather than a bush or something.

This is the new cement connector-upper thingy. The cement storage tanks are round the back.

And this is the old cement whatsit which, I guess, will be torn down at some point.

A Quantas 747 - no doubt containing Ralph Feinnes and a bog full of knickers-off hosties - climbs out over the derelict power station.

We also have this mysterious cluster of satellite dishes. ET phoning home or where the telly comes from?

This rock proclaims that some bigwig opened a container terminal here in 1969. Idiot. The container terminal is in Botany Bay.

We have a nice under-used wharf that is used for all sorts of odds and sods. Building the firework barges for NYE, for example.

The navy drops in every now and again. Mostly to point guns at my house.

The also built this floating video screen / speaker system thingy for Australia Day.

This light-ship was parked here for a while. Probably moved around from the Maritime Museum to make way for a party.

Some sort of research vessel, I think. He's moored up by the overspill new-car park.

Sheesh - and they bang on about modern pollution!

This lot are fighting for viewing space for the harbour fireworks.

Built the old-fashioned way, obviously. Could be the reconstruction of The Bounty they made for that movie - or maybe not .

Part of one of the parks have been given over to the graffiti artists - all very legal and above board. But, IMHO, it's been wasted. I've seen some really good graffiti around but this lot just like to write their names in strange and unusual ways. You're adolescent boys, fer christ sake. Lets see some chicks with big tits.

A good Aussie tree in a good Aussie park - another place that the monster sausage-dog from hell likes to get all grumpy with the general public.

A Jackaranda tree. These look great when in bloom but a lot of people don't like them in their gardens 'cos they drop stuff all over the place.

One of those nasty Indian Mynahs.

And not forgetting all the Australian killer fauna waiting for it's chance to decimate the human race and create a world ruled by insects.

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