On the Road – Hides Corner, Cairns
Now in Honolulu, I found a computer agreeable to do my bidding in a public library. It’s slower than we are used to in Madang (if you can imagine that), but it’s compliant with my demands.
I’ve been capturing some interesting images here, but first I want to show our Madang friends a place that most will recognise.
We stayed at the Hides Hotel. At the end of the block is what I presume is a famous landmark – Hides Corner. Here’s a night shot of it.
The hotel is just the way I like it – clean, cheap, friendly, and where the action is.
Stay tuned for more
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Being in audience of this splendid journal, gazette, dispatch since Roz Savage rowed onto your shores and dove into your front yard has now become a daily berth.
In contrast to my attention to gardens, greenhouses and a cloven footed company of future banquet guest. Moments spent below and above your world have been amuse. Your Photography astounding to say the least, expressive writing style to me similar to that of Jack Kerouac. leaving a desire to read more. The composition of you Site is first cabin.
So being an eavesdropper and also a desktop picture thief (which by the way are extraordinarily fantastic on my 32 inch monitor) and not leaving my applause to your fine work is unacceptable. Your chosen photos grace my screen and then are replaced by another the following day, I’ve never been a desktop photo, screensaver user, but in my coming an going seeing your underworld is a pause that refreshens. I would hope you are in the midst of a publication of your works and storyline. The ingredients are there and your certainly the chef to stir them up.
I should shorten the bandwidth here, wish you safe and festive journeys and again Thanks for the Honor of the ride.
Wow, Jamas – being compared to Jack Kerouac – I’m a bit gob smacked by that one. I take that as an humbling complement. As you may have surmised, I was heavily influenced by the beat generation, a phenomenon which was understood by practically nobody except those experiencing it. That led, as naturally as the rain falls, into the hippy manifesto and the whole anti-war movement. I am astounded by how little I’ve progressed since then. I seem to be stuck in an eccentric, anachronistic frame of mind. It’s lucky for me that some people recognise a certain quirkiness in my drivel which amuses them.
As for my photography, I should know a little about it, since my father began pounding the underlying theory into my head at age 11. Much of my stuff is simply glorified snapshots, but I do occasionally find a small jewel. I keep my web work absolutely free, with attribution, for non-commercial use because it is my gift to my readers. I get back more than I give by knowing that thousands of people are staring at their screens daily and seeing one of my images underlying the minutia of the daily grind.
Stick with us, Jamas. The ride isn’t over yet.