In Sydney’s Hyde Park, a man sketches in a swell of creativity.
Category: Travel
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In Sydney’s Pitt St mall, a woman sits in a pool of listening.
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There was a man in Sydney’s Hyde Park, playing an instrument that makes the fountain work.
Well, that’s what I like to think anyway.
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Staying with the Sydney theme for another day … although, really, this image could have come from anywhere. All over the world people rage against injustice, and express their rage in different ways. And some photograph the man who covers himself in a sign, while others photograph the photographer.
What this image doesn’t show is busker Joe Moore, playing in the Pitt St mall … the music this man was joyfully dancing to. The dancing man signifies balance to me – the injustice he’s railing against hasn’t dampened his spirit – he can still dance with enthusiastic abandon while sending passers-by a message.
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In Sydney’s Blythe St, a hoarding around a building invites me into another world.
I like Sydney.
I like the parks in the centre of the city, and the gardens at the edges.
I like the expanse of the harbour, and the ferries dotted across it.
I like the iconic buildings and structures, and the mix of old and new – sandstone rubbing shoulders with and being dwarfed by glass and steel.
I like the spaces to sit and eat lunch outside with colleagues or on your own, the breadth of Martin Place.
And I like that Martin Place always brings to mind Les Murray’s An absolutely ordinary rainbow.
It too invites me into another world.
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The finger communicates to frazzled commuters …
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Antony, from Paris, decided, at the age of 20, to travel the world. He’s now 23 and has been to 40 countries. When I asked his favourite, he listed about ten in quick succession.
Wherever he goes, Antony lays his map out, with photos of his travels around the edge, and waits for people to be curious enough to talk to him. There’s a cap for donations – to help support his journey – and it seems that that’s how he gets by. A crowd-funding scheme that’s quite low-tech. But what an adventure!
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There was just enough light left in the sky to catch Sarah and Ben enjoying a quiet moment at Courabyra Wines, Tumbarumba.
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A week to treasure with my six year-old granddaughter who lives in Tasmania. It was a week of firsts for her: riding up the top of a double-decker bus, hanging upside down on the Pharaoh’s Curse ride at Luna Park, seeing penguins and unicornfish and a crocodile and so much more at the aquarium, travelling up 88 floors to the viewing deck of the Eureka Tower, travelling on the Spirit of Tasmania, touching on and off her Myki like she’d been doing it all her life, going to the movies, meeting Peppa Pig, going to the 1903 Circus at the Regent Theatre … all that and much much more.
And despite all those firsts – which she thoroughly enjoyed – she seemed to get almost as much pleasure going up and down the escalator whenever we came across one.
She also found pleasure in taking photos. We’d find her in shops, taking photos of ‘pretty dresses’, getting the angle right on the ‘rainbow wall’ near Melbourne Central, and placing her feet so that the reflection of them lined up with the pedestrian crossing three floors below. Here she is at the Eureka Tower …
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Here’s the golden syrup … pancakes anyone? Or dumplings? Pudding perhaps?
I took this photo from inside the shed featured on Deb’s blog through the week.
Musings from the cold 