Thru my Sydney Eye

Life is too fragile for artifice. Margaret spent her life as the wife of a farmer.

The St Patrick's Day parade and party was held on Sunday 18th because the mercantilists did not want the streets blocked off during Satu...

Delving back into the darkest recesses of my mind, this image reminded me of attending a rugby league match at the Sydney Cricket Ground (SC...

She waited at a stop on Fitzroy Street, patiently, for a tram. Not an early morning tram heading for a dingy desk job, in the city. But a ...

Meandering along the foreshore, the diversity of life in this area is most appealing. This lass was not the only one reproducing the colou...

There was no obvious coxswain for this group of young women working up a sweat in Centennial Park. The lone man within coo-ee was caring for...

In front of the Museum of Contemporary Art (MCA), I was lining up the park benches and the gnarled trunks of the peppercorn trees, when this...

Whether tramping the mist-shrouded hills of Borneo, or assisting in the mosquito-infested camps of central Africa, Helen goes at a pace few ...

Corner of Elizabeth & Park Streets, City A member of The Weekend in Black & White community.

Whilst the link with IronFest may be tenuous, there is nothing remotely tenuous about the punch that these women packed! They were elegant, ...

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your ...

Forecourt, Overseas Passenger Terminal, Circular Quay

The Premier of NSW is considering putting last year's "big" transport announcement, the $4.8 billion Metro Rail, on the back-b...

Where did those years go? That carefree young man confronted by a headstrong gal with a twinkle in her eye in the summer of '60. Pig Ir...

Barrows hustled, managers bustled. Tension and anticipation oozed. Weathered profiles contemplated the conditions, the course, the tactics, ...