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In Sydney’s Hyde Park, Haruki skates in a swarm of controversy.

I asked Haruki (I admit to not knowing his name at this point) to do a jump so I could shoot him in the light bouncing off the War Memorial. An elderly couple (read: older than me) roundly castigated us both – Haruki for skating and ‘potentially killing a small child’, me for ‘encouraging him, particularly as I was old enough to know better’. It was a moment of instant bonding with my new friend Haruki.

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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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One of the entrances to St James Station in Sydney, possibly not much changed from when my parents started dating over 60 years ago (they met on a blind date at Museum Station). Being on the platform is like stepping back in time – the old-style advertisements, the tiles so reminiscent of a time long gone, except in memory. And Chateau Tanunda Brandy? It’s been around since 1880 … a little longer than St James Station, and quite a bit longer than my mum and dad!

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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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A change of scene today. We were in Sydney a few weekends ago – the only fine weekend Sydney has had all month apparently. We did the obligatory walk around Circular Quay, mostly because Michelle works near there and we were catching up with her for lunch.

Look at this shot, and let your eyes go out of focus slightly, and then tell me which way the bridge runs.

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At the photography workshop I attended on the weekend, we didn’t only take photos of one of the volunteers. We also had the opportunity to take photos of a professional model.

This is a high key photo of Emily in the wheelhouse of the boat we were using as our location.

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