To the theatre

On Saturday I went out to the University
The wonderful University of Queensland on the banks for the Brisbane River
I guess where ever you go there is always going to be a bit of graffiti...(fortunately not too much here)...


I was quite amused by this scrub turkey, who showed no fear as we walked past...
I think he felt quite at home...perhaps he was!
Better hurry in....
but guess what....no photos were allowed inside....I presumed of the musical. So I was a little cheeky and took some photos of the inside of the wonderful theatre.
It was my first time to see Miss Saigon. Interesting and sad, but very well presented. Especially the helicopter scene. Amazing. I am glad I checked out the story before I went. I can imagine it could stir some powerful emotions in some of the audience, possibly depending on age.
I was certainly reminded of those days, especially when my husband (then boy friend) was called up for National Service. But was rejected on medical grounds. Which not only included his short sightedness, and a hearing problem, but a tussle as a young teenager with osteomyelitis, leaving him with a somewhat irregularly shaped forearm. Strange for someone who came from a farm background, and who was such a hard worker, to be rejected for reasons which hardly bothered him in a lot of the rest of his life! Such is life. In retrospect, he was perhaps fortunate to have escaped being involved in the Vietnam war.

Some of the peaceful grounds on the way back to the car, looking down to the river.
Looks like I just deleted the photo of the Geoffrey Rush studio. mmmm. Very clever I am.