Sydney CBD at night... from Mrs. Macquarie's Chair, near the Botanic Gardens. I wish I had a tripod at that moment, maybe it would have resulted in a slightly sharper image, but... still. I like it.
And... here's the final act to the visual Opera, Circular Quay. Just out of curiosity, how would you pronounce "Quay?" When I got here, I quickly learned I was pronouncing it incorrectly. It's pronounced "kee" or "key", not "qway" or "kway." Oh, words and pronunciation. Some of my friends claim that the Australian English is becoming Americanized, but we still have our differences.
Sunsets are such fun to photograph, even if maybe they can be a bit "cliche." But anyway, let's not worry about cliche so much, I'm just beginning in my photographic life, anyway. Welcome to the visual opera, sunset at the Opera House, act two. As continuing from yesterday.
I went out photoing with the Photo Society from main campus. City night shots, with sunset at Mrs. Macquarie's Chair. So, be ready for some iconic Australian photos...
...this has been a postcard moment.
I like catching the light glinting off of different sides of the buildings... A bit of a misty/hazy morning, today, but still quite nice. A little chilly. I think I'll have to buy a coat, as I was a naive American, thinking, "Oh, it's Australia! It doesn't get cold there! I don't need to bring a warm jacket." That is nonsense. In Sydney, it surely doesn't get as cold as in Pittsburgh, but you still end up needing a jacket, especially at night or by the breezy shore.
Still getting over my cold! I'm just congested, though, I seem to be able to think clearly enough. The other day my head felt like it was full of cotton... so this is an improvement. And I gave a presentation on Malevich (a Russian conceptual artist) yesterday. My friends said it went well, I hope they weren't just being nice!
To give you a taste of Malevich, whose distinctive abstract style he termed "Suprematism", here's a quotation from one of my readings:
"The Suprematist work is colourless energy whose very colourlessness is a symbol of what ultimate reality in its non-objectivity must be for us - indeterminate being." (Crowther, The Language of Twentieth-Century Art)
How about that? Yeah.
