Seasonal Change
One of the great things about living in Sydney with such an entirely agreeable climate is the lack of clearly defined seasons. Winter turns into Spring, turns into Summer etc … Read the rest “Seasonal Change”
With the exception of four years in Brisbane, I spent the first thirty years of my life in the country: Lismore, Bourke, Renmark and Wagga. When my career brought me to Sydney, I was really excited.
As I knew I didn’t want to live too far from work, I drew a “walking circle” (old style protractor) around Ultimo, that reached out to Glebe and Pyrmont, but I quickly settled on an apartment in Surry Hills. And even though I’m a country boy at heart, Surry Hills has pretty much become “home”.
One of the great things about living in Sydney with such an entirely agreeable climate is the lack of clearly defined seasons. Winter turns into Spring, turns into Summer etc … Read the rest “Seasonal Change”
I don’t think it’s “tip night” (one of those nights where the local council encourages people to leave out rubbish they no longer need to be picked up and disposed … Read the rest “Discarded Stuff”
As part of my ongoing effort to document the discarded items I often find in the laneway behind my apartment block, I present to you two pairs of discarded shoes. … Read the rest “Old Shoes”
Casting out an old matress must be a dramatic thing to do. You spend eight hours a night on the matress – unless of course, you fall asleep on the … Read the rest “The Old Matresss”
I noticed this fridge in Wiltshire Lane over the weekend, and it was there again this afternoon when I arrived home. I’m surprised that no one has picked it up … Read the rest “The Old Fridge”