I couldn’t help but discreetly snap this little girl on my recent park visit. Of course, being sure to hide her identity and then hoping her mother is not an avid blog reader who randomly searches for photo blogs and can furthermore, identify her daughters park attire. oh the anxiety… Anyway, here she is. The pied piper of ducks. Proving that if you feed them, they will come…
Centennial Park – Sydney
Blending in with the horse riders, cyclists and pram-pushers at Centennial Park is literally, a walk in the park ( funny that). Unfortunately it ends swiftly for some of us, as we become flapping, squealing maniacs trying to avoid the birds. And trust me, they are dangerously abundant. Pelicans, swans, ducks, pigeons, and numerous other breeds of beaked creature flock to the ponds and grasslands to enjoy the generosity of ‘bread throwers’ – those nature-loving souls happy to block up the flying population with a loaf of TIP TOP. Luckily, there are the odd moments of peace, as illustrated above, where we bird-a-phobics can breathe in the serenity without fear of losing an eye.
In his great wisdom, our spiritual Father, whomever he may be, created the masterpiece that is life. Here is the third and last of my own masterpieces. So perfect, so pure, so unique and so angelic in sleep. Individually crafted, exquisitely finished and with a sparkle of beauty that dulls all others. (Bias? What bias?)
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…
I am not sure if this is actually a blackbird or a garden variety magpie but either way , I find its eye-pecking capabilities worrisome. My paternal grandmother, who unfortunately didn’t impart much of use in her living years (or in death for that matter) really outdid herself the day she explained what butcher birds were. Needless to say, all black beaked birds create anxiety in my book.
King Cross Sydney
Rushing around and unable to walk on this day, I took this photo through my car window. The ‘Fizzy drink’ sign (as my siblings and I liked to call it as children) signifies the entrance to the red light district of the East. The unholy culture of these streets is not only announced by the billboard’s illuminated nocturnal beauty but by the hookers who regularly stand under it. Funny though, I wasn’t aware they had painted the building green. Owp. No. That would be the state of my windscreen.