Sydney.
It’s mostly warm.
Hot even, although this morning, Sunday, dollops of rain smack the windows and turn the air icy.
Friday night. The Rocks. Heat seeping from sandstone walls that contain people, noise, colour. And moments of stillness. And history.
Saturday morning before the clouds burn off: icons.
I try for a different view.
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Musings from the cold 
I love this, Sharon. They say a picture tells a thousand words, but I think your words tell us how to ‘read’ the pictures too…
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