So i made the move to Sydney.... its lovely.... it's big and she is one pretty city.....
Every morning on my way to work i walk past the city views, and i want to scream good morning sydney...... i guess i'd fit in with some of the local residence who do the same.... but i dont scream it, i mutter it under my overcoat as i walk past the thousands of busy train commuters and students on their way to UTS....
As a photographer one of the things i notice most is the people..... Sydney has an array of culture unlike any other Australian city and i LOVE it.... The colours, shapes, ages and diversity of this city's people is beautiful... i find myself hiding behind my oversized sunnies watching people, how they interact with each other, expressions from the faces of children...
I met a old man at central station asking for money, for a bottle of water. We had a chat and i asked if he were 'nunga', i believe the term used here is 'Kuri' - which is another word for Aboriginal... i asked because i felt i had seen his face before and you know what i had in the faces of so many 'nunga' children i have worked with and admired back in Adelaide... I gave him $2 and he bought a bottle of water with it....
I am still not settled but it will happen....
There is too much going on for me in this city...
I look out the window of my office and its raining..... i wish spring would hurry up.... i want to take shots of cherry blossoms and frame them in large prints on my wall.... so cliche...
warm weather and picnics..... please hurry up.
