My tendency to arrive early served me well yesterday. Despite a wrong turn which had me speeding with peak traffic out towards Tuggeranong, wondering how I could ever turn back, I got to the museum early enough for a photo-prowl outside. As I headed up the orange curl, careful of my feet on the surface bulges, my path intersected with that of a procession of five ducks. At the top I had a splendid view out over Lake Burley Griffin.
A slow amble took me past grey walls made up of hundreds of rounded breast-like shapes, wooden moths with beautifully textured surfaces, and tantalising glimpses of the lake. A great angular curved loop that looked like an escapee from a funfair marked the beginning of museum terrain. Geometry, both curves and angles, sharp reds and oranges, shadows and light, were all part of the drama of its architecture.