About a month ago (and yes, it’s taken me that long to get around to posting this to the blog – slack), along with a dear girlfriend, I indulged in a weekend in the Blue Mountains at the recently refurbished art deco gem, the Hydro Majestic Hotel in Medlow Bath.
Wandering through the grand hotel, I had to snap the glorious art deco patterns and colours on the windows,
with such attention to detail. Even the heaters are ornate.
Or perhaps you might enjoy a cocktail at the Salon du Thé which opens on to the infamous Cat’s Alley – a sumptuous corridor connecting two parts of the hotel which, legend has it is where prostitutes used to parade up and down. It’s now decorated in Oriental style with magenta walls
lush, rich, warm textures
and the view over the Megalong valley is divine.
We did venture from the luxury of the hotel to do a bushwalk from Leura to Katoomba, taking in some stunning views
and the Leura Cascades.
Meanwhile, back at the Hydo Majestic, if you’ve had a few too many cocktails, like these pictured below
you might think these stripes are meant to be straight.
And here is my wonderful companion for the weekend, my dearest friend, Alicia.
To contrast with the posts on textures in Switzerland, I’ve been noticing a few local textures that are very familiar to Sydneysiders yet seem completely foreign in contrast to the Swiss images I gathered here and here.
These shots below are from deep n the Blue Mountains, nearing Bathurst.
Arty bark expression. Scribble gums or paperbarks
and gorgeous gumleaves
Quite different to the ram rod straight trees and ordered forests on the Swiss mountainsides, the Australian bush has craggy, bendy trees that do their own interpretive dance in the landscape.
Closer to home, here’s some tropical foliage and succulents are sculptural in their form.
About a month ago, I headed up to the Blue Mountains for a solo day trip to support a friend who had a gallery opening of her work.
You can find more of her most recent treasures here:
Missing the grandeur of the Swiss mountains, I tried to capture an Aussie mountain feeling. You’d think after living in Switzerland for 2 years I’d be more prepared with my wardrobe but as it was hot and sunny in Sydney, I left home with light cotton trousers and a lightweight cardigan. Boy, was I under-dressed. Even though it is hardly alpine in altitude (a touch over at 1000m at nearby Katoomba),
the fog certainly arrived in force. Here’s the train station when I arrived
and by the time I left a few hours later, truly socked in
With grand ambitions of heading on a hike, I didn’t feel confident enough to brave the tracks in the fog solo, so instead, I walked through the local park which provided some local frosty beauty.
A trip to Blackheath isn’t complete without visiting the Victory Antique Centre,
a massive barn packed to the rafters with bric a brac gems
where some people must have thought the dress code was also antique
Here are some other locals.