And Back to Melbourne!

I got lucky with better weather the second time around in Melbourne. This allowed me to see more of the city. This time, I stayed out in St. Kilda (which is even farther removed from the city center) in a Backpacker’s lodging. It didn’t quite have the same charm as The Albany, but it was a roof over my head. Melbourne is known for it’s Tram system, which makes it relatively easy to get to the city from just about anywhere. (Though I’d need more time to fully understand and navigate the tram system.) St. Kilda is past South Yarra, and near the beach. On my first night back, I walked to the beach and stuck my feet in the Pacific Ocean. This is where Luna Park is (an old time amusement park…think of the movie, BIG.) and the Palias Theater, and the Esplanade. That night I also checked out Fitzroy, a popular neighborhood and nightspot.

The next day I walked all over town. I took the tram down St. Kilda Rd. to the Arts Center (giant spire). I ate some shepherd’s pie and took a look inside the arts center; it’s an impressive space. Then I checked out the National Gallery of Victoria, where I saw a cool exhibit on early (English and French, mainly, with a section on Goya) Political Satire cartoons (from the 17-1800s). Right up my alley. I then explored the rest of the museum, which had an impressive 20th century International Art Collection. There was a Mark Rothko (this time not a print hanging in the walls of my hotel); it was a Red one, and it really struck me. This was the first time that a Rothko has really spoken to me. There was a nice Cezanne there, too. You know, any art gallery that has at least one Cezanne is worth going back to over and over again. I could do nothing but look at a Cezanne painting for my entire life and die happy. The gallery had a lot of Rodin sculptures, including The Thinker. And they had this incredible reception hall with a stained glass ceiling and very colorful tapestries to match.

After the Art Gallery, I walked across the bridge to Flinder’s St. Station, walked down Flinders Street to the DeGraves St. Alley, which had cute cafes lining it. I walked through a couple of laneways (Melbourne is known for its laneways and arcades and narrow pedestrian alleys, and a couple places in the city are designated for graffiti art) onto Swanston St. to the Town Center, past the cathedral (around it, actually) to Federation Square, where I took in the crazy architecture. (Federation Square has the funky buildings with the glass roofs; it’s a row of museums; the architectural design was much contested when it was first built.

I listened to a live Jazz Quartet playing in the Atrium of a Federation Square building. I LOVE this about this city! You hear musicians on the streets, everywhere! It makes the place feel slightly more alive.) I went into the Australian Art Branch of the National Galley (this is the Federation Square art museum) and saw their Aboriginal Art collection; definitely worth the trip.

Then I walked all the way down Swanston St., past the National Library, to the RMIT campus, which is also renown for its funky architecture. (RMIT is the Institute of Technology.) I turned onto Victoria St., walked past the Carlton Gardens, took a look at the impressive Exhibition Building (looks more like a State Capitol!), turned down Nicholson St and saw Parliamentary Square/the Parliament building (where a groom was kissing his bride, and pink bridesmaids lined the steps—it was a very cool image set against the backdrop of Corinthian columns.) The Princess Theater was across the street, and The Windsor Hotel.

I made my way back to Swanston St. where I ate at a pub called The Lounge, which was a hip retro bar. (Okay, maybe more like Indie-rock bar.)

That night I watched El Salvador and read some more of Graham Greene’s The Comedians. The next day I flew back to Singapore (via Darwin).

I’m glad I went back to Melbourne, because I saw so much more of the city. With the combined 5.5 days in Melbourne, I traversed most of the city and the different neighborhoods, including South Yarra, the CBD, St. Kilda, Prahran; Fitzroy; and there’s so much I wouldn’t have experienced if I hadn’t come back.

Sunsets on the South China Sea

Photographs taken from Miri. Miri is in Northern Sarawak, a state within the Malaysian island of Borneo.


I'm starting to feel like an actual photographer! (This is kind of reminiscent of the days when I started to feel like an actual writer!) I know this because I can't seem to put my camera down.

As I was watching the sunset, I thought, "sunsets are the most inspiring of events!" a thought I have had often. Sunsets are a sight that I simply can't resist, especially sunsets on the sea. And here I am in Northern Borneo, watching the sun set on the South China Sea.

I can't help but want to photograph sunsets, because they're such magical moments. And I thought, here is a source of hope in the world, because if sunsets are so incredibly inspiring, and I'm inspired by them often, here's something AMAZING in the world that happens EVERY SINGLE DAY! Every day a sun sets and every day it is beautiful, and inspiring, and magical somewhere in the world.

And I thought about how when I watch the sunset, I cant let go of my camera, and I just keep snapping and snapping and snapping, because that's the amazing thing about a sunset: every moment is a new moment, a new sight. It's like a photo that keeps shifting, and it gets more and more spectacular until it's gone. No two sunsets are the same, and no two moments in any given sunset match another. But a sunset builds in oohs and ahhs, which is perhaps what makes them so inspiring. And I can't help but want to capture and preserve inspiring moments! Because, in a photograph, it's eternal inspiration.

But ah! That brings me to the question I always ask myself. If there is something so incredibly remarkable going on in front of you, shouldn't you be taking it all in? Enjoying it, experiencing it, absorbing it? The real moment. Are you missing a part of the magic by photographing it? I guess for me, part of the joy is photographing it and that's how I absorb it, because I absorb it in a memory which will last longer because I have physical reminders of that memory. But also, I think I am aware enough, that I allow myself to do both, and if there were ever something that I felt as though I had to choose (you can experience this first hand 100% but not have the photo to remember by, or you can experience this 20% and have the photo)...if it were something so incredible/once in a lifetime, I'd probably choose the former. but who knows, I had a hard time putting my camera down for this sunset, and it was pretty darn spectacular.

I sat on the rocks and soaked in the cool breeze, the quiet calm and the diminishing hues of the sunset. I was alone with my thoughts. Just me and my camera.