It's a new estate which pretty much closes the gap between the Sunshine Coast and Brisbane and it's seemingly endless.
The developers have completed a promising if not impressive amount of infrastructure, and the landscaping at the moment needs just a bit of time, but the bones of something very civilised are certainly there.
It's the marketing though: "City of Colour" which it is while the houses are clad in blue building paper, but once the drab grey modern donkey colours go on the walls they tell a different story.
Here's hoping the real colour will come when the residents arrive!
The Persian carpet place hasn't fared too badly. I think if we find the photo from a few years ago, we'd see a bit of maintenance has been done and the sign seems to have got to the point where it isn't going to fade anymore. It's quite nice and understated like that.
The cut in the dune only lasts a few days after the lake has emptied itself, soon no one will know the scar existed. Then it will rain again and the process will start all over again, with or without the man in the orange digger.
My friend Manu is a French musician who speaks little English, but he speaks music, and was so taken by the sounds of an accordion being played in the streets of Australia that he just had to say "thanks"!
It's the roof rack which captured my imagination. We used to use them before board racks and gutter fixings were invented. Originally they had big rubber suction caps to keep them neatly on the roof, clamped down to the gutters and of course if they were overloaded resulted in four neat dents in the roof.
Hat's off to all who've been following this blog for nine years today!
It's been an interesting time, and I am no closer to discovering why or what it's about, but I can say with certainty that it's a photoblog not a photography one, and despite some misgivings from time to time, here's to making it ten!
I would have liked to have posted a shot of exploding fireworks or a birthday candle or something, but all I had that came close was this collection of hats at the Caloundra markets.
To my great shame I don't have a link to the photographer who sells these super surf shots at the Bulcock Street markets, perhaps I'll find it later, but none the less he knows, as we all do, that old VW's and surf photos go hand in glove.
Just why that is for others I'm not sure, but I know I certainly had one, admittedly older than this example to carry my surfboards.
It's a "Way" apparently, not a street, but that doesn't mean I'm at risk of being hit by a car when I stop to take a photograph. It's a scary thought, the prospect of these four lanes being filled with traffic at some time in the future. Hopefully that will be after my time!
Honestly, it's hard to come to terms with the lack of people sometimes. We have friends from Asia who feel unsettled walking our streets because they are spookily deserted to them. How would you like to own a business here, where palm trees outnumber customers?
It's different in holiday times of course, and it's pleasant as a customer, but hopefully as our population grows it will bring more people and therefore more security for the traders.
Again, without searching these pages, I do recall a photograph of a series of banners on this shop, remarking that they may not be there forever. Well they weren't. The poles are there should someone feel generous once more, but I suspect that the maintenance of those strong colours is stretching the budget as it is.
Actually it's just a bit jaded and faded, the Workout World building facade in that Home Centre that's featured here many times. When times get tough, just pop up and see how the buildings are maturing.
When Tooway Lake fills to overflowing, it bursts out into the ocean where ever it feels like it. It appears that someone in council doesn't like that happening, so when he moon is just right and the water just so, a digger arrives to create a lake-emptying channel in a spot where council wants it to be.
Then, in the dead of night, the creek sneaks back where it was going to go anyway.
It's funny how some things stick with one. In one of my first ever art classes, I was harangued or perhaps berated by my teacher for a poster design which featured lettering that dropped vertically down the page.
"Your eyes are side by side" she said " if we were meant to read like that we'd have them one above the other". A lot more than half a century later, it is a rare sign in that format that meets my approval.
I wonder if the residents at number five under two have thought about that.
This Month's City Daily Photo Theme day is "Black and White in Colour", which gave me just the excuse I needed to hang around a public toilet in a park. Of course I carefully modified my exposure so that other lingerers would dissolve into the photograph, as the dissolving feet on the left of the shot bear witness.
When I found this place a year ago, I didn't consider the possibility that someone might have gone to a lot of trouble with the lighting to ensure that it would be even more spectacular at night!