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This radio show started in 1930, but James Street in Sydney’s Redfern predates the broadcast.
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Who knows what evils lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows.
This radio show started in 1930, but James Street in Sydney’s Redfern predates the broadcast.
You can run across it, you can drive over it, walk it, take a bus or a train, cycle over it and even climb up it. The steelworks for the Sydney Harbour Bridge began 100 years ago. I still get a thrill anyway I cross it, but I’m no climber😉
If past performance is an indicator for present and future outcomes, I should not be able to see any sky. Thankfully, we finally got some pleasant dawn action above the Duck Pond at Sydney’s Centennial Park.
Sydney’s Glebe Public School traces its origins back to 1858, with classes first commencing on November 3 of that year. It was later officially opened in its current building on Derwent Street in 1862. The garages aren’t part of the school, but the hint of bars appeals. There’s only certain times you should take your camera out, 5am works.
Few know that the University of Technology, Sydney’s Faculty of Engineering and IT is actually a launch site for probes. I’m not sure what this probe will probe, but I won’t be standing at takeoff.
Woolloomooloo has a few possible meanings from the first Australians. I’ve found young black kangaroo; place of plenty; burial ground; and field of blood. More recently it has meant working class area, wharfies, navy, meat pie and community.
And a good dawn today.
Eerie dawn light paints the façades of apartment buildings on the western side of Sydney’s Rushcutters Bay.
I’m at the old Sydney Fish Market on a cool clear early morning, enjoying the stars above the ANZAC Bridge.
I’m out early inspecting The Fleet Steps at Mrs Macquarie’s Point. Sydney Harbour laps against a stone wall a metre behind me as fog shrouds the scene. These steps were built in 1908 to welcome Roosevelt’s Great White Fleet on its Sydney leg of a round the world cruise. The tour was to demonstrate the growing might of the blue-water naval capability of the US by sending battleships into friendly waters.
Looking south from Farm Cove with Sydney Harbour behind me, expensive low rise Harbourside apartments in the foreground, Harry Seidler’s Horizon in the background, and above hopeful dawn clouds. Word is showers to return.
The heritage listed brickworks chimneys at Sydney Park in Sydney’s St Peters stand still under scudding clouds in the pre dawn quiet of a winter’s day.
I was elated that Sydney seemed to be having a good start. It’s greyed over now and drizzling, but I’m still positively engaged with the prospect of wet laundry hanging around my house.
We were told the the current El Niño would bring a dryer than normal winter, but no one told the weather goods. I don’t mind the rain, but I’m a line dryer, so there’s a backlog. Bourke Lane in Sydney’s Redfern is named after Sir Richard Bourke, Governor of NSW, 1831-38.
On a cold, wet Sydney morning I find myself near my first home in Surry Hills. This old warehouse has been many things in my time in the area, including a book storehouse. This is Bennett Place, named after Samuel Bennett, a typesetter (compositor) who started the Evening News in 1867.
I went for a walk along the creek below Sydney’s Northbridge, it was amazing to be in the bush this close to the city.
I’m standing on the Sydney Harbour Bridge looking into empty rooms in the famous brutalist apartment building, the Sirius. Built as social housing, those people booted out and now between $1.6 and $35m per apartment. The ghosts of the dispossessed will haunt those rich bastards.
I tend to take pics of the city empty of people, but on a crisp clear winter’s morning, where White Bay meets Johnstons Bay on Sydney Harbour, a boatie made an entry.