These bicycles are scattered right through Sydney city and surrounds. You hire them using an app I think. Someone has left this one on a wharf. You can see the old rail tracks where the puddle is. If you go to the end of this wharf you can see the Sydney Harbour Bridge. I love … Continue reading Hiatus photography – bike and a barge
This is the first time since lockdown that our area has celebrated our annual food and wine festival. Three years and we have so missed you. Food, wine, live music, and a jumping castle for the kids. It was a real community event. A great weekend was had by all.
Daddy a pirate ship! I was on my way to the library to return a couple of books. I went past the Maritime Museum. There are all sorts of small ships and even a submarine. As I went past this boat a little boy calls out with excitement, ”Daddy it’s a pirate ship”. Dezzie Pirate … Continue reading Hiatus Photography – A Pirate Ship
We call this spot Lady Macquarie's Chair in the Botanical Gardens. You can make out the Sydney Harbour Bridge behind it. This would have been on Australia Day hence all the crowds. Loads of boats are on the harbour. They have ferry boat races, plane flyovers, and tall ships. We make it a picnic day … Continue reading Sydney Opera House looking north
Now the Sydney Opera House looking south. Photo taken around the corner from Luna Park. Lots of fond memories in this location. When we were kids we would catch the train from the suburbs over the Sydney Harbour bridge. Get off at Milsons Point station and walk 10 minutes down the road toward the harbour … Continue reading Sydney Opera House looking south
The fish may not be biting but bored they'll never be, cause they're running on the boardwalk right there in front of me. Are they fishing rods or horses cause they seem to gallop on, pounding the boardwalk with their playful cheery song. Boys with cheeky grins, with rods extended out. They run the race, reach … Continue reading #Poetry – Fishing Rod Races
We're paddling our boat along the water glistening. In sparkling shades of white and blue I hear the harbour listening. Our laughter mixes on the breeze and joins each splash of oar, as the harbour listens to our tales that echo to the shore. Picnics greet us round the bend with trees so lush and … Continue reading #Poetry – Spell of the harbour