“Some say love, it is a river, that drowns the tender reed. Some say love, it is a razor, that leaves your soul to bleed.” Some say Canberra, is a city, with real people at its centre. I say Canberra, is a mirage, reflecting back a nation’s concerns. It is populated by Prime Ministers, and their lackies, and by legions of public servants ensconced in architecturally designed buildings. It is a town full of mirrors, which we call galleries and museums. These reflect back the faces of famous and not so famous Australians. Canberra has become the cultural heartland of the nation, which is why our capital is captivating visiting tourists by the busload.
Canberra Now Coming to Fruition
“Some say love it is a hunger, an endless aching need.” I say Canberra is a seed, not long planted, but now coming to fruition. The squeaky-clean streets and boulevards are dotted with restaurants and cafes. The skyline is taken up with monumental buildings. Hot air balloons rise up above the nation’s capital, I am uncertain if they are fuelled by rhetoric from the Senate and House of Representatives. Lake Burley Griffin glistens in the early morning like glass reflecting the perfect canopy of nature. Canberra is cold in the winter.
Memorials & Gardens Adorn this City
Canberra is leading the way, when it comes to showcasing our unique art and culture in this country. Memorials and gardens adorn this fair city, along with museums and significant buildings everywhere you look. It could be described as a winning culture, which is why our capital is captivating visiting tourists. Malcolm Turnbull and Bill Shorten both spend a fair bit of time in this town. Business practices are on display and judged daily by the media in all its forms.
Canberra is a Mirror, A Gallery of Mirrors
“Some say love, it is a river…” I say Canberra, it is a mirror, no longer afraid of breaking. It is a boat upon that river, which endlessly strives to reach the shore. It is a polis filled with facilities for all sorts of meetings. Despite this, when you scan its images, they are sadly lacking people. This pristine city, purpose-built for politicians, remains a sometimes-soulless place. “Some say love, it is a razor…” Canberra never forgets to shave. It presents itself in immaculate condition day after day. I say love, it is a…