Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Bricks and Stones


Bricks & Stones

We don’t seem to use brick and stone as a building material as much as we used to. I think that’s rather a shame. Look at this wonderful old hotel. You really need to see it in colour to appreciate the brick work but even in black and white you can see how much work went into it.

British Hotel, Deloraine Tasmania 2022

Crazy paving was popular when I was young but maybe not such a great idea for walking on when you get older.

“Crazy Paving” outside a 1950s built house.

I admire the skill needed to build these dry stone walls.

Dry stone walls at Oatlands, Tasmania

Bricks, handmade by convicts in the 1800s.

handmade bricks

This carved stone panel is hundreds of years old. It is part of the ruins of the Summer Palace in Beijing.

Part of the ruins of the Summer Palace, Beijing, China 1990

Taswegian1957

I was born in England in 1957 and lived there until our family came to Australia in 1966. I grew up in Adelaide, South Australia, where I met and married my husband, David. We came together over a mutual love of trains. Both of us worked for the railways for many years, his job was with Australian National Railways, while I spent 12 years working for the STA, later TransAdelaide the Adelaide city transit system. After leaving that job I worked in hospitality until 2008. We moved to Tasmania in 2002 to live in the beautiful Huon Valley. In 2015 David became ill and passed away in October of that year. I currently co-write two blogs on WordPress.com with my sister Naomi. Our doll blog "Dolls, Dolls, Dolls", and "Our Other Blog" which is about everything else but with a focus on photographs and places in Tasmania. In November 2019 I began a new life in the house that Naomi and I intend to make our retirement home at Sisters Beach in Tasmania's northwest. Currently we have five pets between us. Naomi's two dogs Toby and Teddy and cats, Tigerwoods and Panther and my cat Polly. My dog Cindy passed away aged 16 in April 2022.

3 comments

  1. We call our dry stone walls “stone fences.” They look exactly the same and properly fitted together, the last pretty much forever. Owen got pretty good at building them, until his back went.

    Those crazy stone paths and worse, the crazy stone steps (!) are treacherous. They look really cool, but I can just feel the stones as I look down them and just know I’m going to fall and break everything.

    We have a lot of brick houses around here, but all of them are from early than 1920, after which everything seems to have been cedar or just wood. I think bricks got expensive or maybe the labor got too costly. The only parts of a new house you ever see in brick is the chimney and I think they wouldn’t even do that if they could think of an alternative.

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    • My crazy paving photo was from my parents in laws home (sadly demolished now). David’s grandma, who was blind, had a lot of trouble walking on it when she visited and always had to be helped.

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