Queen Victoria Building Sydney.
Sydney’s Queen Victoria Building is one of the most beautifully ornate structures still holding its place in our increasingly modern city. Without doubt, one of its most stunning features is the stained-glass detail. From outside, I can almost envision the Queen herself, waving from the royal balcony. Strangely, from inside it is God I see. As if in church, I feel the need to bow my head and pray before the holy window.
Knee-high Chess .Darling Quarter – Darling Harbour
Chess is like the game of life, every move requiring consideration and fraught with consequences, good and bad. I decided to look right into the eye of this horse and ask him what my next life move should be. Whilst I could have mistaken his grimace for mockery, I realised he was too busy trying to escape the ring of bobble-headed fellows around him, to be bothered with my plight. Apparently, he was trying to knee-cap a king or capture some porn (oh, pawn is it?) or some such thing…We run in very different circles.
Chinese Gardens – Darling Harbour
They are called the ‘Chinese Gardens of Friendship’. How poetic I thought, as I joined the other tourists on the meandering pathways through bamboo and blossom. I don’t suppose I would have enjoyed the tranquillity as much, had it been called the Chinese Garden of Enemies…
Much as I like to find a way of looking through the viewfinder and capturing an image that is a little outside of the box, sometimes you can’t escape the obvious. Here, a certain someone, arched and metallic (code-named ‘The Coathanger’ ) peers back at me like an attention-seeking streaker. Luckily, he does look quite good without his clothes on.
Hyde Park – Sydney
The effect the sound of running water has on the psyche is truly profound. And I’m not talking about swirling water in the toilet bowl or a dripping tap. I’m talking about the calming flow of a fountain or a stream which, in my opinion, speaks to the soul. This is why it’s so nice to see it at work in the place where people are most flustered by life’s obligations – the city. Admittedly here, one could mistake it for a burst water hydrant but I can assure you, the chap drinking his coffee was looking too ‘zen’ for that to be the case.
George St Sydney
I decided to expand my horizons today and venture into town. It’s been quite some time since I have done so. Firstly, because I don’t have a fabulous job that takes me there and secondly, because I haven’t quite worked out my walking route over the bridge. That day will come. But today it was the bus that delivered me there, full of creative expectation. The journey was delightfully fruitful (according to the eye of the beholder and all that) but what amazed me most was not the sparkling Gucci store or the Sydney festival buzz in Hyde park. It was the coffee flags (as pictured above) sprinkled amongst the street lights. Coffee? Surely there are more important messages to impart?