Adelaide Gallery, South Australia.

Every time I am in Adelaide I try to make at least one trip to the Art Gallery. It is in an iconic building on North Terrace and a really nice place to escape the heat or cold depending on the weather. I don't know if photographing art is a good thing or not, but it helps me remember all the beautiful things that I took my time to stand and admire up close. You can see my last visit here with some different collection items to what is below.

I heart these sideburns!

It is also a great place for people to get an understanding on what the environment looked like for the early European immigrants. How they saw things that were very unfamiliar to them. Isaac Whitehead's Sassafras Valley.

This included the indigenous peoples, by Frazer Crawford.

The War Dance.

But there is something about eucalyptus trees that I will never tire of. By H.J Johnson

Love an old bloke with a beard. This one is Sir Henry Parkes by Tom Roberts.

Now it is all about the sculptures.

snakes love.

Bertram MacKennal's Circe

So, there you go the Art Gallery has visited you now.

Art Gallery of SA, North Terrace, Adelaide

I think inside the Art Gallery of SA is one of the prettiest places to spend time in the city centre. It is not over crowded with art or people and the architecture to me is really clean without being too formal and well cared for.

My main man Matthew Flinders.

Cheers.

The old view of Australians, now we are rolly polly moany buggers.

Puppet mistress

Hans Heysen

Ruth by Nora Heysen

The front.

Photo Exhibition, Zachęta Art Gallery

Earlier in the year, we ducked into the Zachęta Gallery, which is the biggest and National Art Gallery. It has many different and rotating exhibitions. It also used to have a nightclub in the bottom floor! Alas, we weren't there for drinks and dancing.

Instead, we went to see a photo exhibition of what was called "Leisure time in the PRL".

Huh?!

That is right, free time in the PRL (Peoples republic of Poland), and I am a sucker for photography, I am an even bigger sucker for old photographs (therefore b&w), and an even bigger sucker for something that shows me how things were where I am living/have lived in the past. Therefore, for me, it was fantastic. It was also great listening to the older people in the crowd talk about how they remembered certain things that they saw. How, even though many consider it the "dark days" of Poland, they still got a glint in their eyes and a wrinkle in the corner of their mouths that often turned into a smile! Fantastic, I love old people that smile, far better than frowning.

Of course, the photos I took are mine, but they are also not mine at the same time. Confusing, no?

I still don't get it!

At the same time on another floor there was a whole exhibition about jesus/god/religion. It was to be honest, pretty darned spooky.

I just wanted to scream.

Bookshop

Now that is a big paiting.

I love you  too, brain.

As the light changed.

We headed into the sunshine.

Following the long shadows of the day.