Sunday, October 29, 2017
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Friday, October 27, 2017
Bondi Beach 1st Visit
A hot sunny morning, and I was off to see the famed Bondi Beach.
Too cold to swim, I sat on the lawns watching the Surfer dudes and bikini babes strut around.
I walked down to the beach from Bondi Junction along quaint terraces and streetside shops catering to an obviously transitory audience of hipsters and backpackers.
Thursday, October 26, 2017
25-10-2017
We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us. - Churchill
ABOVE : Town Hall Building, Sydney
ABOVE : Returning from the Canvas Bar, a play of clouds and light from the setting sun.
As I crossed the street, it was a moment of dazzling beauty that I knew would be short lived. And as I stopped to take this pic, another lady stopped with me and remarked about good the light was at that moment. We stood there for a few brief moments and then went our separate ways. I wonder if she remembers this scene....
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Sunday, October 22, 2017
Saturday, October 21, 2017
Friday, October 20, 2017
The Lady With the Cart
20-Oct-2017 1045 hrs
Woke up this morning to a rainy day. I had to go run some errands about town which had to be done despite the rain.
So with my bag on my shoulders I trudged up the slope and onward to Thornleigh station. Enjoying the walk but pretending to feel sorry for myself.
As i reached the footover bridge to cross over to the station side, I saw this lady trying to ascend the slope with some sort of makeshift cart. It appeared to be what looked like an earlier cage cart, with the wheels removed, and now placed on a platform built of 10 mm thick plywood.
Inside this cage was a black bag which was meant to be waterproof and had some more bags within.
At first when i saw her I thought she was one of those homeless types looking all bedraggled in the rain as she made her feeble attempts to dislodge her cart which was refusing to move up the slope.
I walked up to her and asked if she needed help and she mumbled "Yes please" in a slurry sort of voice, reinforcing my assumption she was some half drugged / drunk old lady.
So I helped here trundle it up, feeling pleased with myself and thinking that my good turn for the day was done early in the day.
I got to asking her what was in her cart as we laboured over the bridge, by which time I had to carry the contraption with the hep of another gentleman, and thinking to myself about the absurdity of helping her carry what I assumed to be a bag full of her crazy belongings, and that too on the other platform, instead of the direction I was to travel.
By the time we reached the platform, she began explaining how she was on her way to Hornsby, to join her knitting group, where they meet once a week and knit stuff for charity. She told me she was 83 years old.
I cannot say whether i was more stunned, humbled or inspired by this.
She stayed in my thoughts for several days after that.
There is still much I need to learn about this life.
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Saturday, October 07, 2017
Friday, October 06, 2017
Thursday, October 05, 2017
Wednesday, October 04, 2017
Tuesday, October 03, 2017
Sunday, October 01, 2017
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