Thru my Sydney Eye

The time difference between these two shots was about 5 hours: the bottom image taken on the ferry to Manly at 10am; the top shot, the re...

Being in the thick of a crowded urban streetscape is a joy: such a visual feast, such a cachophony, such an assault upon all senses. However...

This is my contribution to the Weekend in Black and White community.

Walking along the Cahill Expressway, I encountered fascinating shapes and reflections. By taking steps to the side, I could bring the geomet...

Oops ... some big dope put the lid on the wrong tower!

Taken from the lookout at the top of the South-eastern pylon of the harbour bridge in the middle of winter with the temperature at a very mi...

Plonked square in the middle of Sydney Harbour, immediately west of the bridge, lies Goat Island, so named because of its shape, so the Rang...

In 1873 an unnamed photographer made the perilous ascent to the top of the clock tower on Sydney Town Hall. The clock face was still to be p...

Walking, talking, eating, lying reading in the sun in the Royal Botanic Gardens on the edges of Farm Cove. Hard to beat this! A Sunday in th...