Under the clocks
On Saturday morning we went into town with Grace to have a shot at taking some city type street scenes. I've been meaning to try a short excursion with Grace on the tram without the pram for a while now and this was a good excuse. She loved it, especially on the ride home when she made friends with a three year old girl and they had a shrieking match. G and I thought it was quite funny, but once it reached a certain level and the other mother started telling Ebonee to "use your inside voice, or it's time out" we had to put our sensible parent faces back on. I must have been a bit hyped up myself from taking photos and hanging around Flinder Street Station steps. For those not familiar with Melbourne, the steps of Flinders Street Station, or "under the clocks", is a common and well known meeting place. Except that it is so big and bustly, that you often miss the person you are trying to meet.
It was a lovely sunny day and I quite enjoyed hanging around and watching the kids holding court. A woman in footy gear at the bottom of the steps told me that one of kids had a rat on his shoulder, unfortunately I missed that one. G took the photos that I'm in with Grace, but I took all the rest. I still don't feel like I have one image that says to me, yes this is it. Noetheless, quite a few have bits in them that I like. I've put some of my favourites from the day on flickr. As far as taking pictures in public, this was the least awkward I've felt so far. Perhaps because as well as being Melbourne's favourite meeting place, Flinder's Street is a tourist landmark and there were lots of other people taking pictures. And I had G there for moral support and kidwrangling.
More streets here.