A sunrise, clouds, a jet, a container ship and a rock jetty make this Botany Bay winter scene. And typical of Sydney, I’m at a spot named after an English seaside resort town. Our Ramsgate is not in Kent.
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A sunrise, clouds, a jet, a container ship and a rock jetty make this Botany Bay winter scene. And typical of Sydney, I’m at a spot named after an English seaside resort town. Our Ramsgate is not in Kent.
Sunrise approaches behind me as a cool breeze ripples the inky waters of Sydney Harbour. On a clear winter’s day, a couple of icons pose for the shot.
Some light rain overnight, showers possible later, but as I stalked the back streets of Sydney’s Surry Hills at dawn, the clouds above seemed harmless.
The stars and moon align.
The local Dharawal people called Bondi - Boondi or Bundi. The names translates to water breaking over rocks, but on this cool Sydney dawn, the water was rather tranquil.
High hopes under low clouds. Construction in Sydney.
If you like rain, Sydney is the place to be this week. So I wandered just a few metres from my back gate to get as colourful a dawn as I could with the help of the walls on Ridge Place in Surry Hills.
Watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat. Harbour Bridge, North Sydney & and Kirribilli - vanished.
I have a special friend that shows me new delights each time I visit. Little Riley Street runs almost the entire length of Sydney’s Surry Hills. It weaves, narrows, pauses, stops and starts, mostly denies vehicle passage and best of all…. holds stories from times recent and old.
As an opportunist, when rain, train and dark are on offer, I’m there. The cloud cover had a warmish early morning at Wimbo Park in Sydney’s Surry Hills as the tram headed east.
Just the seagulls and me on a damp dawn at Sydney’s Manly Beach.
Random acts of unattributed public art makes my heart feel healed. This small stencil piece is in a low traffic spot in Sydney’s Surry Hills. It has been here in Mort Lane for many years and seems to go unnoticed.
The thing about overnight rain in the older areas of built Sydney like Surry Hills, is that it allows for glistening roads, ominous shadows and sparkling starbursts.
There’s a white elephant of a pedestrian & cycle bridge at Sydney’s Moore Park. I’m one of the few who access it, and only to abstract it.
Clear, yes. Cool, indeed. Wetsuits on the surfers off Maroubra Beach waiting a decent wave. Dawn and dusk is not when you’ll find me burlying the water.
A Sydney autumn morning scene.
All tracks lead to Central. 169 stations have Sydney’s Central Station as their destination. I find the concept quite romantic, the reality during the busy hours might feel different.
Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Darlinghurst was consecrated in 1852, it holds the distinction of being the first Catholic church and parish established in Sydney's eastern suburbs. A long time ago, a fellow Jew had his funeral here. A priest convinced him on his deathbed that the only way to heaven was to convert to Catholicism. This chap had led a particularly non-pious life. I hope it worked out for him.