As those who have been so kind as to cast their eyes over my ramblings will know, I live in Perth, Western Australia.
It has much to recommend it. Beautiful beaches with rolling waves of crystal clear aquamarine breaking on golden sand, clear blue skies unpolluted by the belchings of industry and a plethora of native fauna and fauna.
If however your heart craves culture, then perhaps Perth is not for you.
Please do not get me wrong, we do have an opera house and an art gallery, and at certain times of the year you can even watch foreign films in outdoor movie theatres, but culture (pronounced “kulcha” in the vernacular) is not the predominant feature of our easy going city.
Take for example this piece of public art that I photographed after an elegant repast of fish and chips severed on the finest butcher’s paper at out historic port town of Fremantle.
This unnamed figure in lurid yellow does not, to me, exactly lift the tone of the place. It has been plonked unheralded in front of “Cicerellos” fish pub and is the first thing one sees after crossing the train line into Fisherman’s Harbour.
Of all of the possible designs one might have used to welcome tourists into a delightful restaurant district focusing on ships and water, this would not be what I would select. When it first appeared it was unpainted galvanized iron and far less obtrusive. Now it stands repulsively posturing forever in vibrant yellow, offending every eye and providing those of tender years with far too much information.
Perhaps I am too conservative to appreciate the grandeur and power of this piece, but I feel that there are far better uses for perfectly good pieces of galvanized steel piping than what its application is here.
In response to the Daily Press Weekly Photo Challenge Prompt – Vibrant