Sunday, 16 October 2011

A lovely weekend in Brisbane with some excitement!

Friday night I went to Dipawali, the Hindu festival of light, in King George Square in the shadow of our council building - it's undergoing extensive rescue renovations, hence the cranes. The sign "Rescue city hall" is just a rectangle of bright light.

I went with Billy, my soul-twin, and it was a wonderful experience and helped us both feel less lonely. Surprise, surprise, we both chose the same curried fried rice for dinner and teamed that up with a mango lassi.  Here's one of the better acts - a professional Punjabi dance group:
We went home early - leaving after the speeches and multi-faith prayers - because Billy had been up for most of the night helping people with houses damaged by a bad thunderstorm.

The next day Awesome and I went walking and we stopped at Kangaroo Point to enjoy a rather nice view of the Brisbane River, Botanic Gardens and CBD.
Spring is the season for jacaranda flowers - I turned around to see this lovely old Queensland-style worker's cottage with a jacaranda in front of it. This tree is probably only 30 years old - some are HUGE and protected by the Council. Note the carpet of lavender blooms on the footpath.

The day was bright then - but towards the end of the afternoon a storm started to build. I decided to make for home a tad early rather than spending a little more time with Awesome. Here's a shot I took which does not really show how dark and nasty the sky was becoming - after I realised how fast the storm cells were appraoching, I stopped taking photos and concentrated on getting home.
The storm cell overtook me as I walked the 10 minutes from the bus stop - I could see ragged whisps of tortured clouds twist and turn as they were pulled up into the centre of dark foreboding storm cells. I saw green light between the columns of dark cloud, so I knew hail was imminent.

Many years ago I just made it home at a quick run chased by golf ball size hail which was bouncing off each successive galvanised iron roof behind me. I heard it coming progressively closer and when I realised what it was I sprinted for the safety of home! Obviously I was scared yesterday as I felt the cold updraft from the storm cells and saw them looming overhead.

I was lucky, I got home just as large rain drops fell and about 5 minutes before the hail.  :-)


  1. Very beautiful photos. I like Dipawali also and I've always been very interested in Indian cultures in general.

  2. I'm glad my post gained some attention. I've been far too concerned with some rather negative stuff online lately and have had to be firm with myself re getting to worked up about how negatively some others may think about the behaviour of others and about regaining my focus on the beauty and good things in this world and the next.

    Thank you M - my city can be a very pretty and wonderful place. I am always on the lookout for something lovely and uplifting. Your blog reminds me there are many good men of character. Billy is very like yourself in that regard.

    Eric - thanks for your nice comment and you are very correct - there are scores if not 100s of Indian cultures and all very rich indeed! It was my first time to attend Dipawali. It was a pool of dancing light in a dark night. Billy carried the light home with him in his heart and camera and posted it on facebook. ...your blog always provides something of great pathos and beauty. :-)