Thru my Sydney Eye

The paperbark tree. Glorious in life , glorious in death.

Here we are again, happy as can be All good friends and jolly good company. Driving round the town, out upon a spree All good friends and jo...

When You Are Old 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 th...

This is a contribution to the Weekend in Black and White .

Today reached 38C when the average for this time of year is about 24C. We sought refuge walking around the stables in Centennial Parklands, ...

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...

Goosey goosey gander, Whither shall I wander? Upstairs and downstairs And in my lady's chamber. There I met an old man Who wouldn't ...

Being essentially hills and gullies, Sydney is a tough terrain for cyclists. The harbour is a drowned valley, and the cityscape covers promo...

So goes the exhortation from land sharks and speculators and estate agents! Look at the map. They are right, of course. Wedged in by greener...

There are four main thoroughfares that comprise Centennial Park, the suburb. They are Lang Road, Martin Road, Robertson Road, and Cook Road....

Centennial Park was dedicated to the citizens of Sydney, and more broadly, the citizens of Australia in 1888, one hundred years after the fi...

I watch them The children of this now generation; I watch them in their communal living room, With their prepackaged trikes Promoting consum...

I grow old ... I grow old ... I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by t.s. Eliot

After a slightly crisp start, the day blossomed fine and warm with a light nor'easter rustling the trees. An autumn Sunday, but not just...

These sublime 'lashes' fringe one of the eleven ponds within Centennial Park.

Centennial Park is one of my favourite parts of Sydney - but I have many. It has wild sections, it has manicured areas, it has garden beds ...

As I approached, a figure broke from in front the plinth and crunched up the pathway toward the thicket of pines on the ridge, leaving a whi...

Coming up to 8:30 on a Sunday morning in late summer, with the mercury already edging its way up to to the forecast 31C. The morning after a...

The thunder-storm was building up to the west of her, the temperature about 23C, and my guess is the air was moist and very heavy, maybe 90%...

As the shadows lengthened, a nip gathered in the air, and people gathered sweaters around them. Chatting people, walking people, sipping peo...