Thru my Sydney Eye

Just off Oxford Street, in a triangular pocket handkerchief of narrow streets, sit some of the oldest established residences in ...

With cavalry to the right of me, and canon shot resounding in my ears, I flayed my fingers in the general direction of the window d...

The upper photograph was taken at 5:44PM the lower photograph was taken at 5:41AM. At five in the afternoon I stood in Gipps Street...

Not only did the volunteer stocking-stuffers give freely of their time, all the goodies that went into the stockings were also donated: b...

'Stockings for Soldiers' held its annual stuff-a-thon last weekend at Victoria Barracks (1840), just up the hill from m...

I was attracted by the decoration under the eaves of this late 19th century terrace on the corner of Albion & Selwyn in Paddington. ...

Each Friday, I leave home early to catch the 6:15 train from Central to Fassifern. This is what it looked like this morning at 5:45 as I ...

'It takes Two' is part of the Woollahra Council Public Art Programme , and is temporarily sited in Paddington for 12 months. It i...

Old tramway stop park, corner Gurner and Cascade Streets, Paddington. This blog participates in the Weekend in Black & White meme ....

Norfolk Street, Paddington

An espaliered Chinese Star Jasmine, atop Cascade Street at the end of Norfolk Lane in Paddington.

Access-way in Paddington, close to where Norfolk Lane and Cascade Street would intersect - if they were not vertically separated.

Retail is in a fragile state along the once bustling strip of Oxford Street that winds its way through Paddington. Once filled with bouti...

Now that I walk with a stick, I am much more appreciative of the simple, inconspicuous things in life. Above: "Cutler Footway...

An example of Jess Bush Art, in Kidman Lane, Paddington, which is the lane heading up through 'Ampersand Book Store & Cafe', o...

Up in the mornin', Out on the job, I work like the devil for my pay. I know that lucky old sun, has nothin' to do, But roll ar...

Light is being shone on the accummulated filth, so its about time to clamber into the gutter and ream it out.

Here I am, taking photographs whilst leaning against my garden gate, 8am Wednesday. In a nutshell, this is the benefit of inner city living...

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

Collecting. By men. By women.