At Premier’s Back
This building is on the legislative precinct, immediately behind the wing of the legislature that has the premier’s office in it. It is an old building that has served many functions, but it always seems to have the legislature’s back.
When I was young it is where Victorians (people from Victoria, I am not so old as to have been young during Victoria’s reign) went to get their driver’s licenses, me included. I remember an awkward 15 minutes peering into a binocular vision testing device trying to get my eyes to focus. I was using a microscope for about 6 hours a day at that time and it had a different focus point. They were trying to get rid of me by sending me to an eye doctor, but I knew exactly what the problem was and clung like a limpet to my seat. At the last possible minute, my eyes/brain clicked in and I was able focus on the optician’s charts, and pass my visual test for a motorcycle learner’s license.
I never did get a motorcycle license, or even ride one, but it was an idea with some merit to a 19-year-old. Instead, I got a TR3B sports car, far more sexy, or so I probably thought, for I can no longer remember what I was thinking to buy an old British car with a need for constant repairs. Probably a mindless impulse purchase.
Canon 5Dii, Nikkor-N 24mm/f2.8 pre-ai lens, ISO400, various exposures.