Mount Victoria Lookout, self portrait

Moving self portrait at Mount Victoria, Wellington, by Jim Newberry

Yesterday I hiked to the peak of Wellington’s Mount Victoria, which offers a panoramic view of the city. This little clip was inspired by Neil Young’s weirdly entertaining video for Wonderin’, and also by Bill Murray’s epic choreographed hair acrobatics in the movie Kingpin.

The ringtail possum and I

Ringtail possum in Australia. Photo by Jim Newberry.

(Warning: the account below is not for the squeamish.)

“Turn it over on its back, and spread its legs.”

“OK,” I responded nonchalantly, fighting the urge to hang up the phone and flee to the nearest pub.

“Do you see testicles?”

Not on myself, I thought, ashamed that playing doctor with a dead marsupial evoked such horror inside me.

“No, I don’t; must be a female.” I squeaked.

“OK, run your finger along the belly, so you can find the pouch and see if there are joeys inside.”

It was a bit before midnight, a couple weeks ago in the backyard of the Melbourne home where I was house-sitting. I held a flashlight over the possum, which I had recently found dead in the yard (we had just had a heat wave in Melbourne and apparently possums were dropping like flies). Ignorant of the local customs for disposing of such a thing, I had contacted the not-for-profit Wildlife Victoria organization for guidance. Before discussing what to do with the dead possum though, I had to check for possum babies in the pouch (who knew? not me). I couldn’t believe it was going to get worse than turning the possum over and scrutinizing its genitals. This was not my night. But of course I certainly didn’t want to leave infants to die.

In order to avoid touching the creature bare-fingered, I used a paper towel as protection–probably irrational, but that made it seem slightly less revolting to me. I looked very closely at the belly, and couldn’t see a pouch. I ran my protected finger up and down the belly; still no sign of a pouch, even after I got my reading glasses. I explained to the patient volunteer from Victoria Wildlife that I could find neither testicles nor a pouch, despite looking very closely, and even feeling around. She asked me to take photos and text them to her, so she could hopefully determine what was going on despite my squeamish ineptitude.

I took a bunch of photos and texted them to her, but by then it was after midnight. I didn’t hear back until the next morning, when a different volunteer phoned me. I updated her: no balls, no pouch, swear to god. Time to send in a professional. She said she’d check to see if there were volunteers in my neighborhood. An hour or two later, there was a knock at the door, and I showed the two kind and friendly women from VW to the backyard. Turns out I was right after all–it was a female without a pouch. ┬áThe volunteers offered an explanation which I can’t remember–maybe this possum was too young for a pouch? I was too elated at the thought that I wasn’t responsible for dead joeys, and wasn’t paying close attention at that point.

But there was something one of the volunteers told me that I didn’t forget: apparently ringtail possum testicles are normally located above the penis. Whoa. Maybe next time I’ll get to see that.

A couple days after this episode, my friends whose house I was watching returned home, and the next night, look what we saw hanging out on the telephone wire outside the house–two ringtail possums. Sorry about your comrade guys.

Mebourne CBD

Melbourne CBD street photo by Jim Newberry.

I’ve arrived in beautiful Wellington, New Zealand, but have a couple more Melbourne posts to catch up with before getting to NZ photos. I shot this picture a week ago in downtown Melbourne.

National Gallery of Victoria: Edward Steichen and another duel

I went to the National Gallery in Melbourne last week, to see their Edward Steichen & Art Deco Fashion exhibit, which was well worth the trip; I loved the Steichen photographs, and also found the NGV to be a great place to shoot. You can’t take pictures in all the galleries, but there are plenty of other places where you can—walkways and lobbies and the like—with interesting interior architecture. Here are a few shots from that day.

The middle photo shows the second duel I’ve had in Melbourne (here’s the first), which I won; his lens cap is still on (folks, put a UV or clear filter and a shade on your lenses, and leave your lens caps at home).

National Gallery of Victoria, in Melbourne. Photo by Jim Newberry.

National Gallery of Victoria, in Melbourne. Photo by Jim Newberry.

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National Gallery of Victoria, in Melbourne. Photo by Jim Newberry.