Eugh cold mornings. And hooray for having my classroom in the staffroom (and hence continual access to hot water).
After work, I popped by Lena’s studio. Crossing the road, I was almost bogged down by the amount of sand left on the road by the trams. It was almost like a beach. Or perhaps some sort of water park. The tram tracks going down Gertrude into Smith looked like high-velocity water slides for small animals. I bought a coffee and went up the extremely anti-OH&S stairs to the studio, where I talked with Lena as she worked on her art (it looks like a sci-fi city… perhaps Robert Doyle should take notice?). Her studiomate (is that a word?) David also offered me some glue to sniff, but I politely declined, as I was driving.
Then home- an extremely wet and congested journey. At least I had music to keep me company. Music, sweet music, to quote the great Michael Franti. Not having a photo, I dragged Maxim out into the cold after dinner to try to photograph the condensation that happens when you breath in the cold. It was difficult and hence unsuccessful. I did, instead, get a shot of the street, showing how dark it gets in the early evening. I think the house in the background looks a bit horror movie-ish.