The Old Suitcase
I’ve always been fascinated by discarded items, items left in the street for rubbish collection or for someone else to pick up and take home. This is especially the case … Read the rest “The Old Suitcase”
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”.
I’ve always been fascinated by discarded items, items left in the street for rubbish collection or for someone else to pick up and take home. This is especially the case … Read the rest “The Old Suitcase”
Damo and I had a drink or two tonight (later joined by Michaela) at the White Horse Hotel. We used to go there in the old days when it was … Read the rest “Bird, Cow, Fish, Horse”
Wandering up to meet my friend John at Taylor Square (we ended up having a beer at the Bentley Bar) this afternoon I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful sunlight … Read the rest “Sunlight Streaming”
Damien and I have been to Becasse Restaurant, when it was located in Surry Hills on several occasions together, with the most memorable probably being the Five Regions of France … Read the rest “Becasse Again”
I nearly died this afternoon, crushed to death by a fallen tree. OK, maybe that’s being a little dramatic, but as you can see from the accompanying photograph, this tree … Read the rest “Near Death Experience”