An increasingly rare outing for the 300D today, again in the hard midday light. (So rare that I just noticed that its clock hadn't been adjusted for daylight saving time. Add 1 hour for the correct time.)

As Aretha Franklin might not have sung:
Rescue me,
In water up to my arms
Rescue me,
From ugly maritime harms...

The Sydney Harbour Foreshore Authority has placed these floatation devices at various points along the open wharves that run along Darling Harbour, Cockle Bay and Pyrmont. Indeed in as litigious a society as we live in these days I'm surprised that they haven't erected 3 metre high fences around the entire waterfront instead, though even then someone would climb the fences, fall off, then sue on the basis that there weren't enough warning signs to tell them that doing something stupid is dangerous.

Of course these devices could also be used if someone is unwise enough to venture out on the water in a vessel that comes to grief. That shiny white power boat may look sleek now, but let's see how it handles a rogue wave a-la The Deadliest Catch! I say give me land, or give me air. Or outer space. Space I could do. But water? It's for drinking, bathtubs and 1.2 metre deep pools.

Of course there's also a metaphor here, in that what comes to our rescue after an arduous working week more than the delicious anticipation that's built into a Friday?