By the skin of my teeth... here is my 5 Senses Friday (early evening) contribution.
My favourite, faded poster in the little roof top office at RMIT where I sit and assess the Open Learning folios and painting assignments. This little shed on top of the roof affords me a wonderful view of the city and the domed roof of the State Library. If it weren't so hot and other things ceased to beckon, I could happily sit here a long, long while.
Catching the W11:Karachi2Melbourne tram outside the old gaol on my way home. A tram so fantastical that it could almost slide into all 5 sensory categories. With it's decorating splendour it easily rolls on into the 'sight' category... the music filtering through the speakers caters amply for 'sound'... the smelly armpits of fellow passengers takes care of 'smell'... etc. etc. Peacock imagery and other feathered friends litter the walls and windows, strands of sequins dangle and bob in the breeze, small flashing lights blink... every surface of this Pakistani moving wonder has been embellished... (quickly, quickly, you still have two days to hop on board this free rollicking ride through the city streets).
"The Karachi decorators have built a vehicle reminding us of our simple human capacity to move, and be moved" (Mick Douglas & Durriya Kazi catalogue).
Me... not too good and none too pretty after a long hike home in the hot, hot weather. Where be Autumn? Doesn't the weather man and mother nature know I'm hankering for layers!
Little Omar plonks down across the keyboard and magically changes the keyboard setting to Estonian...
Hastily whipping on the jeans after yoga to head to the Soundshell to hear the tail end of the Jaipur Kawa Brass Band The brass band took their leave of the stage to the grass below... & Louise was pulled into the middle to dance... taking happy snaps and she bobbed up and down. "This extraordinary Gypsy brass band... offer nothing less than the soul of the contemporary Indian's feast" (Jaipur Kawa Brass Band website).
Surely that's all five isn't it? Well, the green grapes are still in season and I'm a known slave to the grape! Does a lump in the throat count... a happy lump... every time I see and hear the Gypsy band?