So close to Centennial Park by distance, so far by style.
Trumper Park has been left to fend for itself, pretty much. And is the better because of it. This pond typifies its style. It bubbles from nowhere, and disappears just as mysteriously. It is covered, engulfed, by weed, but is a most private and joyous place for contemplative privacy.
Tomorrow: looking over the Paddington escarpment from the high track through Trumper Park.
6 comments:
Quite an interesting bit of nature in such a built up area. Is that algae on the pond?
Yes, Jim. The algae was choking the surface. The ducks were gobbling for all their worth Not sure whether algae is a good thing or a bad thing.
These are such wonderful summer scenes! I would love to be there now, sitting on that bench watching the ducks.
Nice photos! They convey such peace and solitude. The turquoise feathers are so striking and unexpected!
It is good to see a bit of wild in the city. You sure know how to capture the right light.
Wonderful nature photos. Great shots of the ducks. It is a very pretty park.
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