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: Closure of Russian Consulate in Sydney Petition EN5399 Only 18 days remain for citizens and …
: A brown Dachshund prances across the road, its tiny legs like springs on the asphalt.
: On Sunday the Russians killed a girl who’d only lived for 23 days. They also killed her parents, and …
: At Wynyard the tiny girl squeezes past on her father’s arm. She looks right at me and I wiggle a …
: Inside the bus, a tiny girl is higher than everyone, squeaking real words as her dad points out the …
: On a slope beside the Harbour Bridge approach two excavators lurk, one above the other.
: A plump woman stands on the footpath, feet together, back straight. She holds out her phone like a …
: Neutral Bay. Grind and Dose. Faces at the window.
: 88 and family decamp at Spit Junction. The girl and two women stand talking. The boy swings his …
: A building site on the Spit. Sheds at the water’s edge and logos, an architect’s name. Yellow …
: The bridge is up. Three lights flash in a triangle at the bottom of the hill, but we stop half-way …
: ‘Wo-o!’ says a smiley girl with red-hair and freckles. She’s barely reached the top and the bus is …
: A girl nearly goes head-first down the stairwell, tripping on her own foot as she crosses the aisle. …
: A young teen girl leans in to hug her mother at the B1 stop in Dee Why. Her hoody has woolly Autumn …
: Outside Wills and Wishes, hands clasped, a middle-aged woman stands beside a big red wheely suitcase …
: A cabbage moth flies round the distant weeds, but as I approach the window it ducks behind the …
: A magpie stares at its feet, trying to remember something. With a sigh you can almost feel it turns …
: In the Hawkei, Australia has made Air defence for a mobile brigade; The Ukrainians bleed On their …
: Prigozhin is mobbed like a star, As his President trembles afar; With Russians dividing, And Putin …
: With Wagner all helter and skelter, Poor Putin was starting to swelter; So he fled, in his woe, Only …
: Two presidents, Slavic by clan, Faced a choice when their troubles began; The man in Ukraine Chose …
: Mr Shoigu, his motives unkind, Attacks Wagner in force, from behind; Now Prigozhin is manic, The …
: With Russia beginning to smoulder, The wind’s getting up, and it’s colder; He thought he was clever …
: In villages, houses, Khruschyovka, And yes, in his gilded Rublyovka, Putin’s name will be slammed, …
: Putin doesn’t do ramifications When acting upon his frustrations; The dam he exploded Has duly …
: As the Dnipro is draining today, Russian soldiers are running away, But they still want their fun, …
: The dam was just so underhanded, But Russians downstream are more candid; As waters are swelling …
: Let Putin be cast in the drink, too, On video we can all link to, But call off the boaties And …
: Who would blow up a dam in the night? Well, the Russians - when losing a fight, They will always …
: It’s a risk, in the Army Infernal, To be holding the rank of a Colonel; All it seems to attract Is …
: The abyss of humanity’s dregs Huddles, clutching his Fabergé eggs; With drones over Novo …
: Putin’s building a bunker aroun’ them, The wealthiest Muskovites - noun them Expletively. Slam! Now …
: Putin nervously paces at home, But his aircraft remain on the drome, For a rogue Russian jet, He …
: To let the aggressor retain Any part of the land of Ukraine Would leave people behind, Of Ukrainian …
: It’s FSB witch-hunting season - Denounce, cause you don’t need a reason; You’ll earn a promotion And …
: The Soviet Union has fled The Security Council; it’s dead. Ukraine asks, unanswered, Why Russia the …
: So little force left, should they spend it? And where, if they do, should they send it? There’s …
: In Russia, so much is taboo … If you want to stay out of the poo, Tell your kids not to draw, Never …
: The Russians, unquestioning, did What their psychopath president bid: Blew in at full throttle, Like …
: These aerial unmanned incursions, And mystery border insertions, Force Russia’s unending Reality …
: When a place people live is attacked, Putin says: ‘That’s a terrorist act.' We can only agree, And …
: It’s Summer, and bound to engender Mixed thoughts in the Russian defender; As the steppe comes …
: The Russians are busy inflating Their feathers, all talk and berating, Their boots on the ground …
: The war has developed a way now, Where it’s visiting Russia each day now, As was never the plan Of …
: Just a little, not over-proportioned, Was the share of explosives apportioned To the drones in the …
: Poor dictator, waking in fright, To explosions and flickering light; There’s a cry of dismay Where …
: A mysterious drone fleet attacks Part of Moscow that generally lacks Any cause for concern Or …
: The Wedding Flight Long Reef Beach, Sydney
: No rules - Putin opted to waive them: Just get the job done, and enslave them; So they brought to …
: Baba Yaga, an old Russian nightmare, Who terrifies kids in their nightwear, Flies above the terrain, …
: In Bakhmut the flanks are eroding; In Russia the tanks are exploding; Kinzhal is passé, The …
: The Wedding Spot Long Reef Beach, Sydney
: Phone in lap, buds in ears, a man in the bus shelter gestures, frowns, shakes his head and his …
: A dark-haired woman passes by with her red walking frame and two Aldi chiller bags. She wears long …
: A skinny, bare-footed boy with a mop of hair runs past, in long grey trousers and a lemon yellow …
: The dog park is busy. Two dogs frolic together, and a girl does cartwheels around them.
: A girl of seven years, perhaps, kitted out for school sport in blue shorts and t-shirt, waits at the …
: A man crosses the street in a full body wetsuit, zipped up tight. His left leg wanders sideways as …
: A girl glides on a bicycle, one leg fully extended, the other bent at the knee and lifted. Only her …
: Close Encounters of the Doggy Kind
: A man, a chocolate Labrador and a small helmeted boy on a skateboard cross the road. The man leans …
: Sydney is awash with snow white Pomeranians.
: A man with curly grey hair takes in the winter sunshine, head tipped back, legs stretched out, arms …
: A baby coughs in the wind, as grandparents rattle a paper bag from the pie shop.
: A woolly, red-jumpered woman holds a little white shape, like a pixie’s suit bag cut off half way …
: A tiny girl crosses the road, in a black three-quarter jacket over colourful leggings. She looks up …
: A swallow rides the wind high above, its wings opening and closing like a blinking eye.
: Winter fashion in Collaroy: white bob, sunglasses, black overcoat, black scarf, black shoes; baggy …
: Just a crack allows Putin the floor. All he needs is a foot in the door. So a Wimbledon tent, An …
: May Putin, whose targeting’s vague, Dwell in darkness with bucket and plague, And, for all of his …
: An event meant to limit his years, Is for Putin, the sum of all fears; So the Night of the Dome …
: A Confusion of Angles Sydney Town Hall, Druitt Street
: Two older women walk past and they’re gone, leaving a snatch of conversation in their wake: ‘Anyway …
: A pigeon wobbles towards me on the wind, wings extended, undercarriage locked in place.
: An older woman crosses the road, the wind at her back and the sun in her face. She wears a baseball …
: Grandparents with a super buggy. The woman strides ahead. The man pushes behind, all stiff and …
: In the depths of an eatery, far across the intersection, a man appears to be propped up in a high …
: Traffic stops at the lights. At the front is a woman on a motor scooter: black full-face helmet, …
: A tall young woman walks with her tall, grey-goateed father. They both wear puffer vests. She slips …
: Reaching for the Light Bakehouse Cafe, Drummoyne, Sydney
: In Russia, one word could invite them To smash all your things and ignite them; So on Limerick Day …
: What Crimea made obvious then, Russian soldiers are proving again: They’re an alien strain, Base, …
: Putin’s losing his tenuous grip on The country he wears as a clip-on; The man who relied On deceit …
: No Bakhmut on Victory Day, And Wagner is fading away; The public won’t dare Set a foot in Red …
: The Young Ones Look Down On Their Elders York Street, Sydney
: From the Bridge you can see the grass behind the Opera House, and a white shape like a broken shell.
: A young woman walks with stiff formality in a yellow skirt and red-blue jumper. She has long hair …
: A middle-aged woman walks past in the city. She wears glasses with heavy frames, and a knitted green …
: An angry stick man rages on a building at the bottom of Druitt Street. He has a torso, two arms bent …
: Two adults and a tiny girl walk past Scots Church at Wynyard. The girl is the only one with a …
: A woman in her 30s totters from the bottle shop, bent forward with her arms hanging down, fingertips …
: In a twist that was hard to ignore, Putin briefly, while taking the floor, Gave his black operation …
: The Red Square agenda was shortent - No flyover! Very important! The odds are increasing Of pilots …
: With no military left to parade; May the ninth is a little bit staid; The gaps are compelling, …
: In defeat, Putin thinks he will slide To some haven, with justice denied; But perhaps he will lunch …
: Poor Putin. Ukraine has resources. They’re crushing his soldiers and horses. So he’s taking his ball …
: Putin says, ‘We’re all reasonable men. Sign here. Use my poisonous pen. Then we’ll all go and play, …
: iPhone vs The Sun Manly Vale, Sydney
: Two teenage boys sit together on the bus. One has his head tipped back and a bucket hat over his …
: Miner vs Mynah I’m about to sit down at the bus stop when an aerial dogfight all but smashes into my …
: A girl with long black hair in a single plait, a red top and black long pants is doing circuits at …
: Two Skies Collaroy Beach, Sydney
: So the tyrant is losing his sway, And his chef says he’s going away, Leaving Putin to chew On …
: Lukashenko, a toad Medieval, Lends his back to a poisonous weevil, And of course he gets bitten: The …
: For Russia’s Un-Victory Day, There’ll be no Immortal display; The inglorious dead Who’ve been …
: A Secret Door Queen Victoria Building, Sydney
: One of Sydney’s tireless working pigeons is cleaning the cafe floor. The little brown dog is …
: A blonde girl leans suspiciously over the side of her high chair, wondering what her father is doing …
: A man stands on the footpath with a little brown dog under his arm. He photographs the menu and …
: At the next table in the cafe is a later-middle-aged English woman with long white hair and a …
: A wedding-banded man in his thirties speaks to his friend who’s joined him for a cafe breakfast: ‘So …
: Leafy Carpark Manly Vale, Sydney
: A squib of a firework pops Near a dome of the Kremlin and drops; Thus will Russia explain Killing …
: The Russians explained it so well, How their bombs that hit Belgorod fell - ‘The abnormal descent Of …
: A tiny, unprovenanced flare Over Moscow; hysterics to spare. But the odious gremlin Was not in the …
: A cafe in the depths of Warringah Mall. Two hilarious little girls share a table with their mother, …
: The bus door opens and a woman tilts her stroller to wheel it aboard. Immediately, a child’s voice …
: Single-decker buses don’t speak. That’s just how the world has evolved. So when the 504 suddenly …
: Succulents reach for the sun like tall green flowers, at the entrance to a block of flats in Mosman.
: Greenery like tinsel wraps around two silos near the Anzac Bridge.
: A Gap in the Trees Wynyard Park, Sydney
: Ruscist Putin adores to deceive Lowly Russians, who live by his leave: Kyivan Rus’ - no discussian …
: A zindan’s a hole with a grate, Where the Russians keep soldiers of late, Their genius and flair …
: Another young woman is dead. Her three-year old daughter is dead. They’re dead to delight All the …
: When there aren’t any cars on Pittwater Road, the silence is like the end of the world.
: A single hiking boot lies abandoned on a bus stop roof. Top deck of a B1. It’s a whole new world.
: “I want to sit on mummy’s la-ap,” moans a boy to his mother on the B1 bus. He climbs on top of her …
: An old woman sits in the aisle seat of the bus. The window seat beside her is empty. She’s a big …
: Looking towards the IMAX Theatre and Anzac Bridge From Druitt Street, Sydney
: In Russia, a telephoned moan To a friend is okay, when alone … ‘Got you! Caught in the act! It’s a …
: In the gulag he’s ruled by oppression, Putin sinks into fear and depression, Isolated, alone, On his …
: A correction, updating the score: Six children were murdered, not four, In Uman, as they slept; Now …
: The Visitor A Goanna in Crookwell
: A block of flats looks down on Sydney Harbour from an otherwise green promontory, and on its roof a …
: The 504 to the city packs in the day’s worn out and weary, their faces angled to avoid each other. …
: A little house peeps over a fence, with exactly half a gutter full of brown leaves.
: A woman stands on the bus with hectares of hair unleashed in long, dark ringlets, and a Plan B …
: At a building site in Manly Vale, where there used to be a billiard table factory and then a …
: It Almost Makes Me Want to Learn to Knit A needlecraft shop in York Street, Sydney
: Someone take it away by the scruff, Cause it thinks killing children is tough; Oh, how many of …
: Putin’s prison, in spite of his orders, Still struggles to widen its borders; Since arming the …
: How bravely they froth and they foam, The Russian elite, when they roam; See news from the desk of …
: King Street Facade of the Forbes Hotel, Sydney
: The world is suddenly full of triple decker baby movers.
: A man in his 60s, neatly turned out, walks briskly past in Aldi. There’s no one with him but he says …
: A young man’s lumbering run, shoulders dropping one way and rolling back the other, like a jerky …
: A young guy pedals dreamily past Collaroy Beach with a piano accordion in his basket.
: A serious jogger burns past the wetlands on Pittwater Road, until his big, serious dogs run either …
: Strange Tower at Railway Square, Sydney
: Ukraine blah blah the West - let him bleat. It’s the people he’ll never defeat; They’ll adapt, …
: The Russians’ attempts to be great Find them paused in a troubling state; No success in attack, So …
: Politicians grow weak with their heady Illusions of peace, and unsteady; Their glib panacea, Give …
: To hell with the wavering cluster Of leaders who quake at the bluster Of one little scrote Killing …
: Four children in Uman are slaughtered. Still counting. And Russia reported A strike with precision. …
: It’s a cowardly kind of disease, Letting tyrants behave as they please; Escalation’s a fear That we …
: Warm Light and Comfort Colours on York Street, Sydney
: In the far distance, a colossal pole leans over at the top, weighed down, it seems, by banks of …
: Lyons Road, Drummoyne. A little dick in a big truck blows his horn.
: A blokey bloke crosses the road in shorts, t-shirt, bare feet, beard and baseball cap. And backpack. …
: A man’s dress-shoe stands empty in the road, its pointy toe still aiming for the footpath.
: The Forbes Hotel, 1836 On the Corner of York and King Streets, Sydney
: In the gulag he’s ruled by oppression, Putin sinks into fear and depression; Isolated, alone, On his …
: The Dedicated Work of Sydney City Council Game Designers Druitt Street, Sydney
: The jungle has conquered a tall brick building from within, and lush green leaves are rioting at the …
: Pandemic oddities: maskless, a woman stabs the pedestrian button with a naked elbow.
: Near the turn-off to Long Reef Beach, a square is cut from the undergrowth and filled with small …
: An upright, tall old woman climbs to the top deck and stumbles back as the bus takes off. She grips …
: A man on a big black motorbike pulls up his tank top to wipe the left side mirror, leaning right …
: Cocktails, Curry and a Happy Ending Pinky Ji's on York Street, Sydney
: In Russia you’re free to be free, If you’re not against bending the knee, Or denouncing a friend, …
: Queen Victoria Building, Up Close
: A black-haired girl thumps into the seat and slides down out of sight, her knees pressed up against …
: A girl with a white-nosed teddy bear in a t-shirt stays under the radar as she creeps around the …
: An island in the Parramatta River. A terra cotta roof like a pagoda.
: In Neutral Bay, a woman walks stiffly in her stained glass coat, all black lines and coloured …
: As we cross the Spit, five lime green sails are standing on a distant beach.
: Poor Putin - now don’t be a scorner - He’s painted himself in a corner, And the blood is still damp; …
: As a satellite falls from the sky, So the sociopath from on high; His contemptible flight Is a flash …
: Oops! Another stray bomb on the ground In Belgorod, lying around; Unnoticed for hours, In bed with …
: A woman stands across the road with a boy and girl. The boy is small and serious in shorts and …
: A woman in green stands on the corner, the wind buffeting her knee-length tent.
: An ancient woman leans on a stick with every step, as she pulls her trolley from the supermarket. …
: A woman whose age should not be guessed is talking at the cafe. Her salon-fresh bob appears, at …
: Far across the cafe sits the Antiques Roadshow presenter look-alike, dressed as always in blue …
: Fossicking, On a Forgotten Winter’s Day
: Russia’s army’s diminished again, So it’s calling on men to be men, Which in Russia means earning …
: Puny Putin must always conflate Catherine, Peter and Vova the Great; So he follows his star To a …
: A shop in Dee Why boasts that sauna: Burns calories Boosts immunity Reduces Pain Improves sleep …
: An old woman across the road pulls a shopping trolley. Her taut black face-mask covers only her …
: ‘I’m looking for the handbrake there’s no handbrake,’ says a tall, bare-chested man, tanned and …
: At Bridgepoint in Mosman, a tiny girl waits among grown-ups for the lift. She has masses of blonde …
: An elderly couple enters the Spit Junction Aldi store together. The woman rushes off and the man …
: A plane has a bomb and it drops it, In Belgorod! Nobody stops it! A bombing campaign Is okay in …
: The Kerch Bridge Putin wasn’t concerned with protection When he forced his unwanted connection; His …
: Pittwater Road in the late afternoon, looking North
: A woman frowns over a table at Manon, journaling with a heavy hand.
: Last on at a random stop is a man with six battered feathers in his hat, their quills all jammed …
: The Iron Cove Bridge runs over a sheet of glass, where toy boats rest on the surface.
: The girl in front can’t leave her hair alone. It’s long, dark and dry, and many lost strands are …
: Three stages of a bus trip … A freckled, red-haired seven-year old turns sideways on the bus seat, …
: In the glare of morning a car breaks in two, and one half speeds away. It becomes a motorbike.
: Macquarie Pass, South of Wollongong
: A young woman standing upstairs on the bus has very short hair and a very baggy long sleeved …
: Beside the Burnt Bridge Creek Bypass, a gabled house peeps over the sound barrier. Its windows look …
: The bus is so crowded that six people flout the rule against standing on the upper deck. Leaning on …
: A man walks past the Bathers sales office in Collaroy. He’s a stocky man in his 30s wearing a brown …
: A tall young woman in black breaks into a run, and her wrists fly out to the sides.
: A worried woman stands by the bus stop pole at the edge of the footpath. She has a scarf wrapped …
: Rooted: Milsons Point, Sydney
: Putin’s trip to Luhansk is all front, Using officers groomed for the stunt, And a stage fitted out …
: The Queen Victoria Building. York Street, Sydney
: Putin’s visited troops at the rear - So he says, but the facts are unclear: For in footage collated …
: Where Pigeons Dare Milsons Point Station, Sydney
: Far-removed from the catus in Cato, Putin frowns, like a puzzled potato, A delusional spud Coming …
: Behind Victoria’s Back: Near Town Hall, Sydney
: Beside the tracks is a waterlogged paddock, an island of grass, and a grazing horse.
: Paddocks climb towards the forest near Otford, and horses graze by the fence.
: An island, some metres in length, stands in the Cooks River near Wolli Creek. Just beyond it, two …
: Approaching Town Hall Station: a man heads for the stairs with an evil laugh, pressing a phone to …
: A girl sits vacant-eyed on the train, chin in hand, fingers splayed, little finger resting on her …
: Fining Up York Street, Sydney, looking towards the Town Hall
: Putin’s talked through his arse from the start; Now his underwear’s falling apart. Take ‘petard’, …
: An entity rises in the seat beside me, as my fellow-traveller struggles into her rain jacket.
: In Neutral Bay, a cafe window showcases two fat croissants, and the couple sitting down to eat them.
: Each time a passenger stands to leave the bus, a child’s voice at the back calls: ‘Bye bye!’
: Above a shopfront awning on Pittwater Road, a cardboard carton sags through a broken window. The …
: A fragment of sunshine hits the bus queue in Dee Why, and every raindrop is a shaft of light.
: The Order of Courage is spawning In Russia, but not for the fawning; Its recipients, cursed, Have to …
: The achievements of Putin are sweeping, And recorded for Infamy’s keeping; Every notch, every knurl, …
: An older man grins and shouts across Lyons Road in Drummoyne, moving his arm in a huge, exaggerated …
: A small girl stands on the foot platform of a pram, facing forwards and reaching an arm above the …
: A blue cattle dog crosses the road on a lead. A ruler-straight line runs down the centre of its face …
: A woman with short grey hair stands rapping a hand against her thigh as she watches the traffic. She …
: A small boy makes a break for it, running flat out through Triangle Park in Dee Why. His mother …
: Good Times Upstairs at Abbey’s: Star Wars and The Language Bookshop, Sydney
: Reptilian Russian, a repto, Sends force, unprepared and inepto, To ransack the store Of the nation …
: Three families are off to the Easter Show on a day that promises rain. A girl arrives at the stop in …
: A young man, blonde, wears a briar thicket of dreadlocks at the back of his cap. He has a black …
: A woman brings her emotional baggage onto the bus, in a labelled shoulder bag.
: Bicycles hang like bats on a Dee Why balcony.
: Trapped in a stroller on the bus, a child throws back her head and strains against the harness, …
: Putin’s trains run on secretive tracks, Lest his populace venture attacks. Russia’s fearful and …
: A man rides an electric scooter through Triangle Park in Dee Why. He wears a t-shirt and thongs and …
: A tall, brown-haired schoolgirl walks the pedestrian way in easy strides. Her top is white and her …
: Two very old ladies are on a mission, powering along Dee Why Parade with walking sticks, urgent …
: A middle-aged man in York Street: grey trousers, light blue t-shirt, short hair pinched on top and …
: A father is trying to shop in Aldi while his smiling daughter clings to the trolley and walks her …
: If Putin were vegetable, gee, What manner of plant would he be? As a poisonous seed He could grow to …
: A youngish woman prowls along the bus like an angry bird. She has short, curly blonde hair and eyes …
: Strange white installations rise from a cruise ship’s deck at Circular Quay. They look like giant …
: Millard Street, Drummoyne is drenched in sunshine, and scuttling with newly-minted skinks.
: On York Street a wild-haired, angry man adjusts his red mobility scooter, sits back and shouts an …
: Dark clouds above the harbour, and a crane with beacon flashing in the gloom. School uniforms …
: In Neutral Bay a man slips on a metal grate and his hands fly up in the air.
: Manly Vale Golf Course: five clean white ibis graze on the rain-washed green.
: Putin’s version of history is twisted With falsehoods, pathetically listed; By his logic, what’s …
: A portly man in his thirties squeezes awkwardly between the railings, clings to the top one and …
: A small girl stands with drooping arms, like a toy put down and forgotten. She has straight, …
: A little dog trots wilfully round its human, obliging her to rotate before continuing.
: An unusual stroller crosses Triangle Park. It’s black all over, a sleek racing pod with big, spoked …
: Two people approach the top of the ramp, a mother and her toddler daughter with a topknot, yellow …
: The Banksia Men at Neutral Bay. Do they remind you of anyone?
: With so many men never-aftered, Russia’s looking for more to get shafted; But political stuff Means …
: A small boy, quiet but insistent, makes his father stop in the Dee Why Grand. The boy has light …
: Coming in from the rain I encounter a banquet in a tunnel. A double line of tables runs down the …
: Rain clatters on metal tables. Staff bang chairs into stacks. Tyres hiss on the road, and the …
: The cafe is closing but a brown French bulldog sits in the doorway, looking out at the rain. I …
: A vast hair style walks ahead of me, curly and brown, spreading like a river delta. The centre runs …
: A little black poodle, legs like pipe-cleaners, trots along the path.
: For ridiculous, nothing can rival Putin’s Great Patriotic Revival; Yet there is, as he spake, Some …
: Another Blind Date with a Book: King Street Newtown, Sydney
: A boy and a girl follow their mother into the gelato shop, the boy cradling a ginger Pomeranian like …
: A schoolgirl swaps her backpack to the front so she can access it while walking. Her ponytail …
: With her chignon, sunglasses and slinky dark material, this blonde girl truly is the Hollies' long …
: A thick-chested tank of a man rolls into the gelato shop, his movement fast, light and fluid. He’s …
: A woman with a blue walking stick stops on the footpath, hand to mouth, as if she’s forgotten …
: A smallish boy across the road hangs back on his mother’s hand, pulling and pulling. It may be a …
: ‘Please please please!’ says a young woman outside the gelato shop, squeezing her partner’s chin. …
: The red lentils are faceless. Mostly.
: Take the Council, it’s yours to enjoy, As you murder a five-month-old boy In Avdiivka, where you …
: So it really is a thing, this blind date with a book.
: A tough woman swaggers past the gelato shop with curled lip, workout shorts and black Guns ‘n’ Roses …
: A woman inside the gelato shop to a woman with a small dog outside the gelato shop: ‘I didn’t mean …
: As if by magic, mother and Small Bundle of Energy are again on the far side of the road. Conferring. …
: A car swings round the corner and zips past. In the near-side window is a short red haircut and a …
: At the front of a bicycle, a mini fox terrier sits tall in a milk crate.
: A mother and her Small Bundle of Energy cross the road. Small Bundle is blonde, in pink shorts and …
: A free-range black cocker spaniel says hello then steps back, waiting for his elderly human. At the …
: In Putin’s peculiar obsession, He’s an emperor seeking expression; As a Nazi who’d like His own …
: This tree’s not going anywhere.
: Two police cars rip like bullets through the intersection, and before you even register what’s …
: A small girl is dressed to kill in a hot pink top, pink and white striped fairy skirt, black …
: In the shade of the Telstra box, a schoolboy sits with his laptop open and a bag between his feet. …
: Two parents with a stroller wait to cross the side-street. A small, imperious finger points, and …
: A serious-looking older woman, with silver hair in a salon bob, pauses with one hand raised and …
: A line of school kids in mufti walks down from Battle Boulevard at the Spit. One girl is a beetle …
: Social Climbing, Manly Wharf
: With Ukraine so gamely resisting, Russia’s ship of aggression is listing. As the vessel goes down, …
: Practice Practice on a Pest March Photoblog Challenge Day 31
: In his bubble, with those who agree, Vladimir Vladimirovich P Gives a shrug at Bakhmut: ‘They’re …
: A tall young woman at Collaroy, elegant in a long, black, sleeveless dress and wearing her dark hair …
: A young woman struggles out to the footpath with the Adult Novelties sign.
: A small girl dances by a pram, toes turning and heels swinging back and forth.
: A man in dark blue clothing reaches the bus stop, out of breath. He wipes his mouth, grinning …
: Two B1s arrive in convoy at Warringah Mall, and half the queue makes a break for the second bus. One …
: A man cleans the Hungry Jack’s sign with a broom that spouts water. The water misses, sailing up …
: Spit Road, Mosman. An orange, transparent, spiky ball sits among bark chips at the base of a wire …
: Mirror The Shop in the Mirror March Photoblog Challenge Day 30
: For Putin, a cease-fire’s appealing - His war of aggression is reeling; But Ukraine will control All …
: Slice A slice of our beautiful coastline March Photoblog Challenge Day 29
: Just past the Anzac Bridge, a network of vast steel pylons has been driven into the water.
: A tall, slender woman walks past the theatre. She has long blonde hair, a loose blue top and skinny …
: Four Japanese women stand in the wind, sentinels at the four corners of a covered pram.
: A four-year-old strides across the road with his mother, swinging his one free hand with enormous …
: A woman crosses at the lights with her stroller, crests the footpath and engages two similar women …
: Voices on a bus. Girl 1 : ‘Know what I mean?’ Girl 2: ‘Not really. Like …’ (long, inaudible mumble) …
: At St Leonards a man lumbers down the stairs and sits facing me. He pulls his mask away from his …
: Is anyone e’er so reviled As one who would murder a child? And could there be any Who’ve murdered as …
: Prompt Prompt, Smiling Service - Mary at Mary’s, Dee Why March Photoblog Challenge Day 28
: Two smokestacks tower above the turn-off from Victoria Road towards the Anzac Bridge. On top of one …
: A little girl climbs the steps behind her mother, clutching a purple lamb.
: A young woman with purple hair slouches along the walkway, scanning the park for evidence of …
: A familiar man zips through the park again on his electric scooter, sitting on two big sacks of …
: A tiny little boy dawdles behind his mother on the walkway. Skinny legs and sleeves too long. His …
: The bus is full of penitents, heads bowed, phones in their laps.
: Before the IMAX Theatre is a lawyers' building, in two shades of purple.
: The Axis, claims Putin’s new sting, Lives again in the West. What a thing! But the only new Axis, In …
: Support It’s a strong support network, but they make it hard to sit down. March Photoblog Challenge …
: As the bus flies down the Burnt Bridge Creek Bypass, a glimpse of the bike path flashes past. Two …
: A little boy stands at a public phone in Dee Why, deeply engaged with his mother, who squats beside …
: A man is collecting prescriptions at the chemist. ‘Yes,’ he says, ‘for Valerie and the dog, Bella.’
: As we cross the Parramatta River, seven kayaks paddle towards the Iron Cove Bridge.
: Two women clash on York Street, strolling in bright red and hot pink, side by side.
: The Spit. A middle-aged man in slacks and shirt (no helmet) sits astride his motor scooter, arms …
: It’s a drone war, the first, no dissem’lin’, But ‘drone’ is a bit of a gremlin: There’s the flying …
: Evening Rainbow, Collaroy Beach
: A young woman walks round to the front of the Dee Why Grand, whose facade is concealed by …
: Across the road a baby travels in a pouch, legs swaying with its mother’s steps.
: On Spit Road in Mosman, a service pit has collapsed into a sinkhole. This danger to pedestrians is …
: The Spit Bridge must be up, because traffic is banked up almost to the top of the hill on Manly …
: In the cardboard polling booth, a tiny old man fusses with his vast Senate voting paper. He has …
: On George Street in the city, a woman waits to cross King Street with her dark-haired, …
: Instrument The Instrument Repair Shop March Photoblog Challenge Day 26
: Little Putin is singing a song: ‘I have columns of tanks that are strong. And you’ll know you’re …
: Stony Silence with Resting Pigeons: Collaroy Beach
: Spice So ... The Spice Shop has Closed Down March Photoblog Challenge Day 25
: Two women, strangers, stand adjacent at the lights. One wears a fluorescent green face-mask, and the …
: A high school boy sits with his dad at the cafe. They talk and laugh and smile. Someone approaches …
: A Chinese man on York Street: white shirt, beige chinos. He’s middle aged, with dark hair and …
: A young woman blocks the seat beside her with an orange bag. She has broad shoulders crossed by …
: Alone, an angry Korean girl leans on a bike stand by the road, raining down syllables of fury on the …
: Between Lewisham and Summer Hill, the trackside graffiti says ‘Bark Bark’. A little further along, …
: Court The dog park at Long Reef includes a tennis court, for dogs who are serious about ballplay. …
: A Delightful Message to Passers-By
: Little Putin, the saddest of boys, Fills the Kremlin with sorrow and noise: ‘My big brother Xi …
: At Long Reef, two big, serious dogs cross the road to the park and wait to be released. As the woman …
: A small girl in pigtails twists around in a trailing hand. Destinations don’t interest her. She …
: A big black dog, densely furred and fluffy, tours Newtown with a retinue of two small girls, a …
: A Chinese girl in a white mask, feet together on the footpath, stands looking down at the phone in …
: A tall young woman, one brow raised and a twist to her mouth, gazes down the length of her arm at a …
: Walking along the footpath in Millar Street, Drummoyne, I happen upon a massacre of grapes.
: I’m a coward, says Vladimir Puting: You’ll never get me near the shooting. Put some stooges in place …
: Chance Chance encounter with the past, as bottles rise from 60 years beneath a carpark March …
: At Dee Why the line for the B1 stretches almost back to Howard Avenue, and half way along it, before …
: Three high school girls huddle in a bus shelter. Two squeeze together on the seat and one crouches …
: Girl on bus, in outbursts punctuated by mumbled replies, giggles or silence: ‘Why do you want to use …
: A smiling old woman walks by in a big, deep, wonderfully wide and floppy hat. She’s always in the …
: A girl dressed for summer buys a huge fur hat at the markets, and wears it as she browses in the …
: An elderly man lowers his pot plant to the ground and lifts a foot, misses, tries again and tightens …
: Insect Insect Focus Out of Focus March Photoblog Challenge Day 22
: Buoys support a dangling net round part of a jetty at the Spit. A hobby farm for oysters, or is it …
: A girl of 8 or 9, floppy school hat and uniform tunic, idles in the arcade as her mother browses …
: A very old man sits crumbling at a cafe table with his far less crumbly wife. He wears a red cap, …
: A man and a woman are standing in the road, risking everything to point at the club’s facade. The …
: A woman at Collaroy, trying to walk while surrounded by jumping children: ‘Stop talking and yelling …
: Tiny Behold: the Tiny Head and Beady Little Eyes of Thoth March Photoblog Challenge Day 21
: Three Noisy Miners are on the ground beneath my window, pecking at buns the demolishers have left …
: At Wynyard Station, a blonde toddler grins as she leads her grandfather on a merry chase along the …
: At Neutral bay a small girl whacks her mother over and over, arms out, palms open, swinging back and …
: The bus stops. The emergency exit hatch is a shadow-play of leaves.
: The steep decline of Parriwi Road is filled with pedestrians tumbling down towards the Spit.
: A girl boards the bus with black hair in a topknot, a yellow-ochre t-shirt and blue shorts. Her …
: Two women on bikes wait to cross the road. Their heads are turned to each other, and each has an …
: Houseplant Schrödinger’s Houseplant March Photoblog Challenge Day 20
: A man in pink shorts walks on the far side of the road. I can’t be sure if he’s wearing a t-shirt …
: The dormant single-deckers form a glacier at Brookvale Depot, their white roofs and lumpy …
: An old man, big and shaggy, dressed in a grey t-shirt and black trousers, shuffles down a long, …
: A balcony lies discarded on a footpath in Mosman, brown-framed with rich yellow uprights.
: Four blonde women are milling on the platform, wheelie-suitcases in hand and Ed Sheeran’s tour …
: On Platform 5 at Wynyard, a smallish girl jumps and jumps. Hair up, white sleeveless dress with a …
: Portal to Another World The Lost Arcade, Collaroy
: The Magic Blanket Manly Beach, Sydney
: Analog (Analogue) A Feat of Feet as Handy Analog Saying 22 Minutes Past Six March Photoblog …
: A red kayak glides on morning-blue water at the Spit.
: A woman walks into the lane, wearing a long apron and carrying a tray. She turns aside, climbing the …
: A girl at the bus stop wears a floppy hat, long dress, black and white sandals. She sits with her …
: A sausage dog trots across the road with its human. The man bends to bestow a treat, and the little …
: Approaching the bus stop, a plump woman sucks her finger.
: A small girl, in a pink towel poncho with hood, has long, bold, leopard-printed sleeves.
: A woman addresses two little girls in the play area, eye to eye with them as they stand recruit-like …
: A young woman has coffee with her mother. The young woman’s black t-shirt says ‘Auckland Brisbane …
: There’s a man at the cafe who looks like the Antiques Roadshow presenter: moustache, wavy hair, …
: A very old woman sits alone at a table, mobile phone to her ear. She leans forward, as if to confide …
: A young bloke walks past in a t-shirt and thongs, and baggy pants that seem to have a pattern of …
: A man sits at a cafe. Dark hair with headphones, olive green t-shirt and shorts. He leans close …
: Portico March Photoblog Challenge Day 18
: A man in the supermarket pushes his very little son in a trolley. ‘Who’s a bigger piggy?’ he says. …
: The very skinny cleaner in a loose shirt and hijab has a bolt-hole beside the recycle and waste …
: As we approach Central, a child’s voice fills the carriage: Big building! A udder udder one!
: A pigeon walks into the gelato shop, trailing a broken wing. It bobs and potters, then recklessly …
: A man uses his damaged arm to walk his little dog, the lead running up and disappearing into the …
: Early Early Morning, Collaroy Beach March Photoblog Challenge Day 17
: Two women pause in the doorway with an embarrassed dog. The younger woman, who’s not young but wears …
: Near Royal Prince Alfred Hospital, a woman shouts on the phone and paces in front of a business. “F …
: At the door of the gelato shop, a woman bent over a small fluffy dog deploys a paper napkin, …
: A masked girl in a baseball cap races up the steps, but runs back moments later with a boost in …
: On the approach to Redfern Station, something appears to have gouged deep lines in the brick wall by …
: Across the road, a man pushes a two-wheeled trolley into the club. He wears a black cap, pink …
: Parking his mother by the work site fence, a small boy presses one eye to a hole and expertly …
: A car pulls up at the lights and two faces are visible through the driver’s open window. The jowly …
: Road Light-Bombed on Pittwater Road March Photoblog Challenge Day 16
: Patience Weeds Have Endless Patience March Photoblog Challenge Day 15
: A young woman across street waits with a smile and self-wrapping arms. I’m curious to see what …
: There are glass doors on the corner that used to open into a bank. Now they just reflect what’s …
: Two new people are in the cake fridge: a tall girl in school uniform and backpack, and a shorter …
: Hovering in the doorway, a black and white butterfly battles the urge to come in for a small gelato. …
: On a hot, humid afternoon, the woman outside appears to be sitting inside the refrigerated cakes …
: The tips jar at the gelato shop says: Tips R Sexy ♡
: A big car stops at the lights outside. From the back seat a small blonde boy squeaks frantically at …
: Horizon Horizon with Fence and Ponytail March Photoblog Challenge Day 14
: Young band-camper t-shirt: ‘I paused my game to be here.’
: A band camp responsible adult relaxes while her students ransack the gelato shop. Her t-shirt says: …
: A thunder of hooves as a dozen young teens stampede down from the crossing and swerve, …
: In the hospital corridor, a woman wipes the doors with a floor mop.
: A small girl screeches to a chaotic halt on her little blue scooter, one arm wrapped around the pole …
: Girl on a train (disgusted): ‘I was born a goody two shoes.’
: A tall, tentative, long-haired boy in high school uniform: ‘Do you mind if I sit here?’ ‘No,’ I …
: Dawn. Three kookaburras sit in a line on Elsie’s guard rail, close together, facing west. They lift …
: Connection The connection you don't want to make March Photoblog Challenge Day 13
: On the train at Macdonaldtown, a girl stands suddenly and calls to a departing schoolfriend: …
: A brown sausage dog called Milo crosses the street, pulled sideways by gravity or inclination, then …
: The 199 stops at the lights beside Mole Hill, as we used to call it, opposite Warringah Road. …
: A woman stands on the corner with a thicket of curly hair blown backwards by the wind.
: A little girl and a littler boy, with freshly painted faces, are about to pass by with their mother …
: Three primary school girls and a smaller, younger schoolboy wait to cross from Many Wharf to the …
: Shiny March Photoblog Challenge Day 12
: A young woman on the bus attends to her phone. She has long, brown, silky hair, a burgundy dress and …
: The all-stops bus. A grandmother frocked in green formality, hands in lap and handbag beneath them, …
: Scowling beneath her black helmet on Spit Road, shaking her head, a lump of grumpy old woman tilts …
: At Manly Wharf, the distant ends of jetties remain the lawless preserve of little boys, and …
: A man stomps across a shopfront awning in Mosman, peering into the sun as a yellow-clad body leans …
: Gimcrack Gimcrack's not a word we use in Australia, but these window arches are pretty shoddy. March …
: Ritual My Ritual Journey South on the B1 Bus March Photoblog Challenge Day 10
: A white haired woman is playing solitaire on her phone, tapping tiny cards with her middle finger. …
: In the hottest part of the day a man is weeding his balcony boxes. They run right along the front of …
: Three women and a dog approach my bus stop. Suddenly they all pause, and dog woman goes down into a …
: Together March Photoblog Challenge Day 9
: Two high school girls share a seat on the bus, and a phone screen. One giggles through her nose, in …
: In a yard only partly shielded from the traffic, a woman stands on one foot, contemplating her …
: A girl spots something on the other side of Pittwater Road that makes her smile, and moves towards …
: Walk When you walk, not all of you is moving. March Photoblog Challenge Day 8
: Whole This used to be a whole building, but now it's just a facade. March Photoblog Challenge Day 7
: Natural Conglomerate, Collaroy Beach
: Meanwhile, back on the 199 … A German cockroach scurries across the back of a seat. A man comes …
: In the late afternoon a big fluffy cloud appears from nowhere, hanging like a space ship in my …
: A small girl dressed completely in pink crosses the road with her mother, but frees her hand as they …
: On Sydney’s hottest day in two years, the 199 from Manly has no air-conditioning. The windows are …
: Engineering Long-Term Shade Engineering at Manly Beach March Photoblog Challenge Day 6
: Two parents join their little boy on a train ride at the Mall, circling slowly in a moment of peace …
: A woman’s face in red looks down on Liverpool Road. Her hair flows along the lane, framing huge …
: On the main road of Ashfield stands a tiny cottage with brick walls and a slate roof, with terra …
: A young father’s eyes are everywhere, intense and challenging, hard to meet. He pushes one of those …
: On the 199, three dark-haired, dark-eyed, olive-complexioned women are talking. One sits and the …
: Tile This is my bathroom tile: it's full of pictures March Photoblog Challenge Day 5
: Zip With these handles, I used to zip and unzip March Photoblog Challenge Day 4
: A man with short, dark, wiry hair pushes a stroller containing a small red-haired boy. The boy sits …
: Two old women are swapping war stories. One has a huge, thick plaster cast encasing her entire arm, …
: A bunch of teenage boys dawdles past, accompanied by two basketballs bouncing in monotonous rhythm. …
: A thin woman in the distance, just a shadow, mounts the footpath with four little wheels and …
: A tiny girl flies past on a bright pink scooter, a riot of colour in rainbow-striped crocs, dark …
: An older woman is crossing Pittwater Road with terrifying slowness, smiling, utterly engaged in a …
: Solitude March Photoblog Challenge Day 3
: Our Mysterious Planet The lines on this footpath look like slinkies, but in my day we called them …
: A mother abandons her pram in Dee Why and runs, returning with a very small boy attached to a very …
: A woman walks past with a pink lead hanging in the air. Almost certainly there’s something on the …
: A man is rearranging the fruit shop display, wheeling wooden boxes to the right and lining them up …
: An old woman rolls her walking frame up to the entrance of a block of flats and engages a young man …
: A balding, middle-aged man is walking on the footpath. He wears a white shirt bulging over dark …
: A harried young man darts along the footpath and crosses the road, clutching sunglasses in his teeth …
: An electric scooter flies across Howard Avenue in Dee Why. Its operator doesn’t stand, but rather …
: A big, craggy old man waits on the B1 bench at Wynyard. He has white hair, a trim grey chin-beard …
: A tall, efficient old woman guides a supermarket trolley with her own red shopping-cart balanced on …
: A man is ordering coffee. He’s bald on top with a fringe of white, and the front of his t-shirt …
: A bald man with hooded eyes sits down close by. His shirt has botanical watercolours on a white …
: A woman with a headscarf ambles past the cafe. She wears a black dress patterned with big, …
: A girl stands alone in the people stream, head lowered, tapping a phone with her thumbs and …
: A dark-haired young woman, the very picture of elegance in a long white gown and zippered cream, …
: My first post in the March Photoblogging Challenge is at last secure
: Something hollow and noisy approaches. A tiny, blonde-headed boy appears, pushing a walking frame in …
: Outside the Collaroy Hotel, a man spreads his arms in a hallelujah moment, a grubby white feather …
: The water is low in Dee why Lagoon, and the mud flats are broad and dreary.
: Writ large on the wall of a Newtown cafe: Trust me. Love me. Salt me.
: A woman walks past with the hint of a stoop. She wears a long white dress and a frown of perplexity, …
: Upstairs at the Mall two women stroll, chatting comfortably, while an attendant male struggles under …
: A woman walks past Jamaica Blue with pram, phone, ear stalks and a shake of the head. A girl frowns …
: Then and Now: Newtown Station
: Swimming Up from the Blue Depths
: Inspection A line of people sits in the B1 shelter at Wynyard, as two pigeons fossick on the road in front of …
: A young man with a walking stick climbs the stairs at Spit Junction. His jersey is black and white …
: A woman in a long blue dress walks beside Pittwater Road, cradling a small black poodle in her arms. …
: Good Moment to Live In Bare hands pushing hard in rhythm, a woman urges her wheelchair along the pedestrian way in Dee Why. …
: A young man in a blue apron, hands in pockets, stands at the highway’s edge.
: Loud voices upstairs, at the back of the bus. Girl: Shutup! You’re not tough. You’re not anything. …
: A girl on a bike rides her perfect shadow in the afternoon light.
: The Corner of Whitehorse and King Streets, Newtown
: Crossing Camden Street in Newtown
: King Street, Newtown, Sydney A Bent Wheel
: Voice in a Newtown cafe: ‘Apparently I heard something to that effect on the radio.’
: A man and a woman walk together on King Street, past Chill cafe. He wears a black baseball cap, a …
: A young woman bicycles past the Newtown Cafe: red helmet, black top and shorts, don’t-mess-with-me …
: A man stands regarding the window-sized logo of Halcyon Records. He wears a white hat with a black …
: A brazen man flaunts his t-shirt on King Street, Newtown: This is what a top dad looks like.
: The dog has been patient, quiet, considerate, resting its head on its paws, staying out of the way, …
: Chill Cafe, Newtown. A young man types on his phone near the counter. He wears a long-billed …
: Early Morning, Manly Wharf, Sydney
: Every so often, just when you least expect it, the guard calls the roll of every single station …
: A young woman at the end of the carriage has her eyes scrunched closed and her mouth open as wide as …
: A woman and her late-teen daughter sit together on the bus. The mother leans right across, turns her …
: The young guy in front is tall and broad-shouldered, with a white t-shirt. He rolls his head from …
: A woman on the bus scrapes fingernails carefully over her hair, all the way round, from the bottom …
: A man at the lights has one foot on the lead to keep his French Bulldog off the road. It descends …
: A fox terrier shaped like a whippet pulls his human across the road. Charging the last couple of …
: The View from Wollongong Hospital
: On another slender footpath by another major road, another paused electric bike supports another …
: On the platform at Chatswood station, an elderly woman twirls her bright pink walking stick on a …
: The brownie girls are in sync, each with a pointer finger held vertical, encircled with gold, …
: In Frenchs Forest, half-turned lattice squares form diamonds on a paling fence.
: Close to the Roseville Bridge a pipe crosses the river. It has stanchions of its own, and big …
: Two girls, living proof of the hours they’ve spent getting ready, share a packaged brownie on the …
: At a church behind a garage and a fence, a girl steps out of a mural and examines the ground.
: A tiny black stroller stands on a side street, precisely at the footpath’s end. Something colourful …
: A paused, wobbling, electric bike takes off and zips across Pittwater Road. It turns into the park …
: A small cocker spaniel cringes away in its harness, pulling, leaning, filled with dread and chained …
: In a cafe on the concourse at Ashfield Station, an old string bean of a man bends comfortably …
: Under the Bridge at Ashfield
: Strange Arrivals on the Beach at Collaroy
: Kookamunga Collective, Collaroy Beach
: At Town Hall Station a ramp slams in through the doorway and an ancient woman ascends with a walking …
: A hanging garden appears near Redfern Station, where lush weeds and clumps of bracken space …
: Dead vines on brickwork by the tracks: a sooty place mat glued to the wall; a grubby wicker curtail …
: The wind tears through Collaroy. A woman dressed in black stands calmly with her umbrella, waiting …
: At Central Station, a woman reverses out with a baby carriage, in which a child with golden curls …
: At the back of the carriage, a loud Slavic conversation lapses into English: You don’t talk. I am …
: A mother and grown-up daughter go through the barriers at Wynyard and stop, uncertain where to go. …
: A girl on the B1 peers round a man across the aisle, to a second girl who meets her gaze and …
: A miniature white poodle drops to its bottom on command and gazes up adoringly at its human, but all …
: Manly Markets: a girl of twelve looks on with a smile as her little sister claims all the attention.
: A young man with beard, backpack, t-shirt and jeans walks with a young woman dressed to the nines …
: A Miniature Fox Terrier turns hard left and launches itself at a pigeon. They become airborne …
: A magpie crosses the footpath and stands very still, its head on one side. It stares, steps forward, …
: The wind propels a middle-aged woman towards me. She is a riot of colour whipped into fantastical …
: Across Pittwater Road, a bus queue stretches all along the face of the Collaroy Hotel. It’s visible …
: Early morning. Windswept morning. In the grey light a woman in tracksuit pants and a big striped …
: Dreadlock Doggy Hungarian Puli visits Collaroy cafe 🐶
: Artistic, by Nature Cross-section of a dead tree fern
: An old man and a tiny schoolgirl step off the bus at Spit Junction. He leans down and lifts an …
: A small girl with a big pink backpack climbs to the top of the bus. She squeaks as her small mother …
: An older woman strides past the cafe window, and with every step her white hair jumps for joy.
: Across the mezzanine at Dymocks Cafe, two women browse a bookcase labelled Best Sellers. One pulls …
: On the Saturday morning bus to Manly, two girls slouch in consecutive window seats and scroll their …
: A woman hurries in and asks for coffee. She has sturdy legs, a short black dress and a big black …
: A boy cycles behind his father on the footpath, with eyes only for his dad until a motorbike roars …
: Near Dymocks on George Street, two little girls disappear into the crowd with excited squeals, as …
: At Warringah Mall bus stop, a schoolgirl cocks her hip and gazes into the distance, looking smug. A …
: Walking through Dee Why, a woman struggles to contain a plastic bag as big as herself, filled with …
: A man with a Harley Davidson t-shirt attaches his face-mask and, inadvertently, his empty green …
: An older man struggles down from the B1 and limps along to the lights, very slowly. “Wreaking Havoc …
: Stencilled on a concrete gutter in Sydney’s leafy St Ives: “Take that, Society!”
: An imposing man stands very still at the entrance to Three Beans, gazing across the square. He’s …
: Bark Bark: graffiti sprayed large on a small brick structure.
: On the platform at Milsons Point Station, a Supreme Court Justice lifts his sun-bespectacled eyes to …
: Big, white, webbing sacks of soil, soldiers from a doomed campaign, surrender to the rollicking …
: Beside the train tracks in Newtown is a sandstone church with the most beautiful red doors.
: May Gibbs Place, Neutral Bay, Sydney
: A small, plump woman and a huge, heavy man pass the square in Dee Why. She wears dark, discreet …
: On the grass verge outside Warringah Mall, a tiny yellow excavator swaps one small accessory for …
: Two men talk long over short black coffees. One man, in a suit and tie, has serious, watchful eyes …
: A vast man, occupying one and a half seats on the bus, is squeezed into his allocated space by a …
: Outside Wynyard Station on York Street, a small boy swoops on a footpath treasure. His mother …
: A dangerously manicured woman works on a laptop nearby, talon-typing.
: A dark-skinned woman and a grey-haired Caucasian man share a cafe table in Ashfield. The woman …
: All the way from Wynyard, a woman bangs her phone against her leg in never-varied rhythm. It pounds …
: On a bench by Sydney’s pedestrian-friendly George Street, a young woman sits with both hands raised …
: At Wynyard a tiny girl stands in the bus queue, eyes closed, rubbing her forehead with a gum leaf.
: A family of three walks hand in hand, mother at the front, little girl in the middle, smaller boy …
: Transport inspectors invade the train carriage, checking people’s Opal cards. One stands at the …
: A woman climbs Robert Street in Ashfield, leaning into the hill as she pushes an elaborate …
: All along Sydney’s inner-city train tracks, the backyard fences and the end walls of terraces are …
: The Abandoned Castle - Part 3:
: Rainy Day at the Square, Dee Why
: Two young women pass by with their mops and buckets and brooms, and one has a vacuum cleaner …
: A man is doing arm and body exercises as he walks. Suddenly he looks up, self-conscious. He glances …
: The wind is just a bit too refreshing now. The sky begins to look like rain, and just like that, it …
: An ancient woman sits motionless inside the cafe, her expression alternating between vacant stare …
: A young woman wears a crocheted pouch in front. Two small feet poke out the bottom, with a hint of …
: A boy and a girl cross the square, on unrelated trajectories, with their respective mothers. At …
: As the bus rolls through Dee Why a grey-bearded Sikh is striding along the opposite footpath. He …
: A sound like the wind swells to become an engine drawing close then switching off. Thunder cracks, …
: Rain is falling. A young woman walks with a hand raised, sheltering her nose.
: A man climbs the ramp with a rolling gait, as if he’s recently had both knees replaced. He carries a …
: A Japanese woman stops at the edge of the cafe, apparently teaching her little daughter to wave. She …
: In the middle of the rain-puddled square a toddler falls on its hands and knees. Its mother smiles, …
: The B1 is in a mad hurry, tearing along Pittwater Road like there’s no tomorrow. Storm clouds are …
: A chihuahua trots past the shops in Collaroy, owning the footpath. 🐶
: Sunburn in Hyde Park, Sydney
: Archibald Fountain, Hyde Park, Sydney
: Piglet, the Portaloo, is once again completely surrounded by water.
: Aggie read with all her being, but she didn’t need to squawk, So she wasn’t like those other girls …
: A woman in leopard-print pants pulls a leopard-print shopping trolley past the cafe. An old man …
: Safe above freshly hung political posters, a young man relaxes on a balcony. He’s playing guitar …
: A young bloke leans on a pillar out of the rain, holding a single long-stemmed rose.
: A polite elderly woman enquires about routes to the Dee Why Grand, and the conversation turns to her …
: A woman speaks loudly but indistinctly on the phone. Then she announces, in a tone of surprise and …
: It’s raining in Sydney, and the outdoor cafe has become a pedestrian thoroughfare.
: The Face at the Window 🐶 A dog called Tilly 🐕🦺
: 6.00am: on the sleeping work site, light shines inside a window of the half-demolished flats.
: A dog is desperate to investigate the bicycle smoker, who is now lying on his back with his phone in …
: A portly, smiling man ambles across the grass in shorts and t-shirt with his phone half-raised, and …
: A man sits on the grass, smoking a cigarette. His black shoes lie on one side, his straw hat on the …
: A very old man descends the ramp with a walker, stopping once to realign. He passes right beside me …
: A woman pushes a buggy. One side is a stroller facing forward, containing a little boy with red …
: Two dogs have come to meet their human at the bus stop. One is a fluffy white poodle type who sits …
: Looking Up Selfie cam looking straight up at the Dee Why Grand
: Sunday morning. Strange things happen when building sites are closed. Overnight, a big plastic …
: Two small schoolboys are passing on the pedestrian way. One yells “Bye!” and waves towards the …
: A man walks past in cargo pants, grey cap and yellow and grey shirt. He has a bum bag at his waist …
: Two dachshunds are at a cafe, refilling their humans. Me: I suppose they’re a bit snappy? …
: A man hurries across Pittwater Road with a guitar and two dozen cans of beer.
: A woman joins the path and another is already on it. The first carries a stuffed-full laptop bag, a …
: A woman walks along the pedestrian way, tapping at her pink-cased phone with an index finger. It’s a …
: Two girls and their mothers arrive almost together at the music house. The first girl has wild black …
: Two long-skirted women sway in unison, like the trees that shade their Bible information stand.
: A middle-aged woman sets up her laptop in the library. She unlocks her phone and looks at it. …
: A young woman catches a toddler in a game of chasing. The toddler falls flat on its face.
: High school girl walking past with a friend: Oh my god he’s like, eating the pasta. And I’m like, …
: A little golden chihuahua stands in the sun. It looks around. It blinks. It bends to sniff the …
: A small, curly-haired girl looks fierce behind the wheel of a coin-operated car ride in the Dee Why …
: A young bloke hurries past the row of cafes, tearing open a bag of carrots with his teeth. He …
: Mother with stroller abandons toddler with curls at the top of the stairs, striding away without a …
: A Noisy Miner joins me, perching on the back of a spare chair and eyeing my plate. It leans forward, …
: A girl with dreadlocks to her waist is gadding about Dee Why. She sits outside at a cafe. She walks …
: A woman sits on the bus beside a red leather overnight case. From a bag in her lap, she stealthily …
: At Sloppy Tee’s, a woman sweeps one-handed with a fan-shaped broom.
: A man on the bus has his laptop open, text on the left, columns of red and blue cells on the right. …
: A swarthy man in his forties squats impossibly, studying his phone, the hem of his suit jacket …
: After the heat and glare of the open tracks we enter a tunnel near Central, and the walls close in. …
: A man sits on the bottom step of Platform 5 at Wynyard, chin in hand, eyes unfocused. When the train …
: Two elderly walkers are about to board at the back of the bus when the door wheezes shut in their …
: A woman sits down on the top deck of the B1 and immediately attacks the woman in front, giving a tug …
: At Redfern Station a temporary hoarding blocks part of the footway. A sign on the hoarding says: …
: A young woman walks from George Street into Dymocks with her phone held rigidly in front, videoing …
: A woman propels a stroller one-handed down the steps from McDonalds on George Street. Her other hand …
: The end of a very long bus line at Wynyard stands in the blazing sun. A small, compact man waits …
: A man on Spit Hill risks injury in the cause of anecdote, gesturing with so much energy that he’s on …
: A tiny dog-walker walks a tiny dog past a bus stop in Collaroy. The walker is a girl of perhaps …
: “The French are always wary of anything that seems simple because ‘we are so intelligent.'” French …
: A blue Toyota Yaris stands in the shade with its engine running. Air-conditioned. The driver is …
: One of four men strolling together voices a question: “What benefit is it then to hoodwink the …
: A big black standard poodle stands regally on the steps with its human. Small dogs passing by are …
: A black Pomeranian puppy is exploring Dee Why with its human. Everything is new and wonderful. It …
: A woman slowly pedals down the pedestrian way in Dee Why and crosses Howard Avenue. The front half …
: At a table nearby sits a bony woman, with black makeup round her eyes and skin like leather. She has …
: Woman in a cafe: I have to buy bleach this week. Right next to my shower, there’s a brown mark where …
: Two men in their 50s take a table together. Each has a Daily Telegraph. One man looks at the other …
: In a barber shop some distance away stand two plastic chairs and the end of a table. Something black …
: Big voice of a little boy in the Dee Why Grand: “What?” Mother, striding ahead: “We’ll go up here.” …
: A slight and slender young woman is cleaning public surfaces in the Dee Why Grand. Her movements are …
: A woman suddenly becomes visible as she stands beyond the cafe’s roped-off area. Lifting her handbag …
: The view from my window keeps broadening. I can see new rubble piles, new houses on the street …
: Shouts and laughter on the Dee Why Grand’s main drag. A tiny girl sprawls on the floor, flapping in …
: A doggy disagreement erupts in Dee Why but there’s only one dog - a dachshund, looking furious but …
: The dinosaur drops crashing, banging, rattling loads of aluminium into a dump truck and squashes …
: From Manly Wharf to George Street, Sydney
: A middle-aged man jogs through traffic to the middle of Military Road. His face is calm and full of …
: The floor is shaking under me. It’s Monday morning, and the demolishers are back.
: A bicycle glides among pedestrians on the footpath in Brookvale. On the front of the bike is a …
: Four young women stand talking on the other side of Carrington Street, and when a grey Toyota pulls …
: Two women sit in front of me on the bus. One has a surprisingly deep, clear voice but rarely uses …
: A young Asian couple sits on the B1 bench At Wynyard, and as they converse very quietly the girl …
: Two pigeons are cleaning Carrington Street at Wynyard, one peck at a time. It’s Council work, and …
: On Saturday afternoon a man sits in the bus shelter at Wynyard, waiting for the B1. He wears a blue …
: Two girls are at a cafe with family. One sits with her legs crossed, eating demurely. The other …
: Four ravens are in the car park this morning. Two at first, then a third flaps down and another …
: Loud voices board the train at Redfern. They sound like an argument, but I think it’s just …
: A girl with glasses and a hijab climbs awkwardly over the ticket barrier at Ashfield Station. She …
: An Asian woman in a striped apron stands smoking outside a Nepalese restaurant in Ashfield. She …
: A tall young bloke with a ring through his septum climbs the stairs to Ashfield Station. Curly hair. …
: Shouts and raucous laughter burst from the door of an optometrist’s shop in Ashfield. A middle-aged …
: On Liverpool Road, Ashfield, a woman shepherds a small boy out of a car. His t-shirt says Vroom! …
: A swarthy man of middle age describes a roller coaster’s ups and downs with a rising, swooping hand. …
: A man whose eyes are sad to the point of grief is walking past the shops in Ashfield. He wears a …
: Liverpool Road, Ashfield. A man dressed like a mobster pauses in the heat. Black suit. Black …
: A mother bends over a baby’s stroller while her daughter stands complaining. Mother: What’s that? …
: Ashfield, Sydney. A magpie limps across a driveway and pauses in the shade.
: Two girls are eating on the B1 home. Their jaws work constantly. One holds the point of a skewer …
: A motor scooter clings to the bends in Neutral Bay, its meal delivery bag squashed back and pointing …
: A woman dangles her arm from the window of a ute stopped in traffic at the Burnt Bridge Creek …
: Concrete tank turrets are appearing on our footpaths. No guns. Just a pole extending from each, …
: Brookvale. Three teens on scooters glide across Pittwater Road in single file, straight into a shop …
: Two ravens take flight the instant I move the slats of my blinds apart. They are so attuned to their …
: For the first time ever, in all the days and weeks he’s been on-site, Foreman is wearing a high-viz …
: Two girls in Collaroy pool are half-encased in mermaid tails. Their dolphin kick needs work.
: A wide vehicle ascends the hill with four legs sticking out the front. Stretched to arms' length, a …
: Even the bus is feeling the heat: it’s dripping condensation on my arm.
: A toddler makes it all the way to the path with grown-up thongs as footwear. She sits, takes off the …
: Blokes my age crossing the road: we lead with our stomachs.
: A smiling girl curves down the Spit Bends on a shiny red motor scooter.
: Two old men at the car wash, with an angle-grinder and drill: they’re patching a hole in the …
: A woman in Neutral Bay, hand on hip, stares sceptically at her phone.
: At Wynyard Park a young woman is lying on her front. Raised on one elbow, she speaks on the phone …
: A woman in black lace at Wynyard Park: stooped, shuffling, tapping her way with a four-footed …
: A girl crosses Spit Road in Mosman, shading her face with a gigantic lollipop.
: A skinny Asian man in skinny black pants and a bright yellow top stumbles onto the footpath from a …
: Sunday morning in the city. A woman walks briskly towards George Street with her supermarket bags …
: A man and a woman emerge from the Strand Arcade and stand there, looking around. Man: Where’s the …
: A man at a bus stop in Mosman morphs into a plant, his face concealed by tendrils from the elaborate …
: A high school student leans on a pole at Spit Junction, talking to the traffic.
: A red car races past with an urgent bicycle on its roof.
: Elsie is gone and the dinosaur is back on top of the rubble. Motionless.
: Two people on the bus have big chunky discs in their ears. The blonde girl has black discs, and the …
: A tumble-down mansion of a woman leans on the table, filling herself with food.
: Two Chinese men wrestle a sheet of plywood onto a driveway. Both men are bald and scrubbed-looking, …
: A man stands comfortably in Cremorne, resting his arms on a backpack that he wears in front.
: Elsie reaches past the broken wall and pulls out lengths of rusty steel, a broken necklace threaded …
: Two figures sit on the balcony, all but concealed by the mesh that covers the scaffolding. They look …
: Two Chinese kids roll past in a two-seat stroller. The boy in front says Yeah-Yeah-YEAH! …
: A delicious blast of cold air draws me back to the Mid City entrance, where a hole-in-the-wall cafe …
: A man walks on George Street with a look of unease on his face (his biggest feature) and a phone. …
: Boisterous boy’s father stands waiting at the edge of the cafe, wearing a backpack and a jersey of …
: A man crosses the demolition site, brandishing a pole with a scythe-shaped metal object on the end. …
: The boisterous boy has dropped his paper napkin over the rail, and watches in horror as it flutters …
: An angry sentry scans the front line, gripping the rail and running his eyes back and forth along …
: A boisterous little boy is having lunch with his dad at Dymocks cafe. He leaps up suddenly and …
: A woman sits with her late teen daughter in Dymocks cafe. The mother wears glasses and a wicked …
: Dymocks cafe. Two women talk at a nearby table, in a language I can’t make out. One says “etta” a …
: Two opposites are having lunch together. Man with russet hair and beard, black shorts, beige …
: An orange man stands beyond the broken wall, with only his head and shoulders visible. He talks …
: An unbelievably loud shout from across the mezzanine at Dymocks cafe, where a tall woman, orange and …
: The demolishers are back. Rattling sounds and a reversing beep. Ah. Homer is driving a cherry-picker …
: Two girls on skateboards, hand in hand, wobble down the ramp at Collaroy pool. People everywhere. …
: A Butcher Bird sings unseen in the tropical heat of Dee Why. But is does appear, from behind, flying …
: A small boy walks down Howard Avenue with his dad. He squeals loudly into the carpark entrance and …
: A man slumps forward on a wall in Dee Why, eating a burger without enthusiasm. Two baby magpies wait …
: Experimental GLightbox Gallery
: Superheated concrete on Pittwater Road displays the grubby marks of tyres.
: A passing sign says CROLL in large letters. Mr Croll was our high school counsellor, feared by all …
: “Oh, beautiful green eyes,” says unmarried daughter to twisted mother’s photo of a grandchild …
: Twisted mother shows endless grandchild photos to unmarried daughter.
: A cerulean super-hero walks his son into MacDonalds, shouldered pullover flapping like a cape.
: Mysterious forces have snatched Makeup-Woman from the bus. Her seat is empty. Did anyone see it …
: An old woman pushes her walking frame to its limits, pursued by two others with a walking stick.
: A woman crosses Pittwater Road in Dee Why. Her evening gown is lifeless in the heat, but the wind …
: Makeup-woman’s mother, still reversed in her seat, is interrogating her daughter’s intended, who …
: A baby girl stands on her father’s lap at the front of the bus. She has a dummy in her mouth, blonde …
: A woman is turned right round on the bus, talking to her daughter in the seat behind. She doesn’t …
: Six dormer windows gaze down upon the Warringah Freeway.
: A hoist stands elevated beside the Cahill Expressway, with nobody in it and no one about. A …
: I’m some seats behind a man whose tall, narrow head is covered in salt and pepper hair. He wears …
: The Abandoned Castle - Part 2
: The bus stop facing Warringah Mall: a young man leans on the rail above a seated girl, with a …
: The demolishers haven’t come to work again. Yesterday was a public holiday. Today they’re just being …
: Conversation continues at the cafe: “They’re not musicians and they don’t understand. If it lasts 25 …
: An old man boards the escalator with a look of deep concern, phone pressed to his ear and a black …
: The man who does serve people opens the cafe door and stands there, talking to a woman leaning in …
: A laptop baby beats the table and grins. “Hey!” says the dad with a smile. “Hey!” He looks across at …
: The cafe’s TV shows a painting of a water mill framed by shrill, poinsettia-red trees. A stream in …
: A man shuffles past in the sunshine, navy blue track-suit and dark, shiny hair. He runs a hand over …
: The man in front is a structure of flakes and splinters, a bollard with ears. He glances up just …
: Two blonde girls grab consecutive seats on the bus at Warringah Mall, and B1 spins around with a …
: An open paperback across the aisle. Most of the page is blocked, but stretching my eye muscles to …
: A dark-haired, dark-clothed couple, equal in height and rotundity, passes the window. The woman …
: A girl with hijab and microphone calls the world to Jesus, right there at the bus stop in Dee Why. A …
: Collaroy. A small girl who has fallen mid-leap over her towel-poncho and is beset by clucking …
: Morning Glory chokes trees on the Burnt Bridge Creek Bypass, pressing them up against the noise …
: At day’s end a man with a backpack trudges past the window. He blinks, and his eyes stay closed.
: At the cafe: both staff members huddle over a phone in the corner window. The man who won’t serve …
: The tabletop is stainless steel with a van Gogh sun: twin filaments at the heart of an ellipse, and …
: The corner window frames a girl on the footpath, her back to the traffic, dark eyes considering …
: A man on the bus has a precision haircut, ear buds and no restraint. He looks straight ahead, …
: Two young women in a flash of passing side-street. Confrontation.
: Down at the Spit, a man stands knee-deep next to a boat that almost touches the sand. Two small …
: A Wild Wall in Ashfield, Sydney
: Approaching Ashfield Station, Sydney
: A girl dressed all in black is running for the bus, with black hair streaming from a scrunchy. …
: In the garden of a house on Old Pittwater Road stands something like a covered well-head, gabled and …
: Three women jog shoulder to shoulder in Mosman, their shapes encompassing Before, Work in Progress, …
: The storage place at Brookvale has a deep blue field enclosed by thick yellow diagonals, but the …
: Two dogs trot past crystal water filled with their reflections.
: At Central Station, shimmering colours draw the eye to a figure kneeling with her back to the train. …
: Elsie is stuck fast after 24 hours gnawing on the flats. Her teeth are locked in the concrete but no …
: At Brookvale Depot a woman stumbles across the driveway with a stroller, reaching and bending to …
: Four elderly women sit round a table at the bread shop, their attention given to one knee out of …
: Maisy’s cafe in Neutral Bay. Two men discuss music and Dominicans, and one breaks mid-sentence into …
: When the train doesn’t stop at the places in between, it’s a long trip from Newtown to Ashfield.
: A man works on a telegraph pole, his cherry picker hidden by the trees.
: The old railway workshops at Redfern, up and down the gables, all the way along, are neatly labelled …
: A woman boards the train dressed as a khaki cuttlefish, hat pulled low and face mask tapering to the …
: Two friends cross the road at Spit Junction with the ease and grace that youth has granted them. A …
: Two dragonflies are circling in the car park heat, multiplied by their shadows. A lizard climbs to …
: Five powerful young men in dark blue singlets swagger across Military Road. They go into MacDonalds.
: A man walks into a tiny yard on Spit Road, Mosman, mops his face on a towel on the washing line, and …
: Sydney Observatory is a copper green pimple on the casino’s face.
: A girl on the bus struggles to disentangle a cord from her hair. Tightening it at last, she flicks …
: Four people cross Pittwater Road under their own steam. A man tears past them on a mobility scooter.
: A girl with friends at the back of the bus: “If I fall asleep tomorrow, can you please not draw on …
: A woman in a face mask stands waiting to cross at Spit Junction. She turns and looks over her …
: A flock of orange shirts has landed near the Warringah Freeway, and clings to the scaffolding. …
: A girl walks between tables in the sun, clenching a strip of biltong in her teeth. She rips it …
: A couple in their 30s sits in a space they’ve made their own, on the cross-seats at the front of the …
: A salt-water crocodile leaps from the footpath as the bus pulls in. Oh. It’s a shopping trolley …
: The profile of platform shoes appears to be on the rise.
: Man at a cafe: “Oh yes. Some of them are all: ‘I’m the organist! Don’t you touch it!'”
: A cloud of perfume boards at Dee Why, with black workout pants and a black t-shirt saying “Harry”. …
: At Collaroy a motor scooter burbles almost to a stop in the bus lane, then accelerates as the lights …
: A teenager slouches aboard with no pretence of paying. The driver glares, and the boy slumps into a …
: A curly-haired cocker spaniel and a bulldog trade angry words in the middle of the market. …
: A woman with short grey hair limps past on a walking stick. She wears baggy jeans and a big, loose …
: Manly Markets. A stroller goes past with dolls and toys piled inside. Somewhere underneath, a baby …
: Distraught girl from the animal rescue stall at Manly Markets: “At Shelly Brach there’s a shark …
: A man pushes just the low, storage section of a pram through the markets. A bulldog sits inside it, …
: Small boy at the markets: “I got two Pokémon packs and a Pokémon book.”
: Small girl at the markets: “Oh look! Her tail’s so excited!”
: A Dachshund casts worried eyes around the market as his human, clutching him between arm and hip, …
: An old woman bends at the front of a covered pram and reaches far inside, feeling her way like a …
: We had thunder last night and the sound is no different this morning, as the demolishers grind their …
: A woman carries a baguette in a paper bag, and a big tub of Greek yoghurt.
: A pug and an Afghan pass each other at the markets. The Afghan is interested, but the pug moves on …
: A tiny dog strains at the lead, nose forward, tail flying back and forth; so much to see, so much to …
: A greyhound moves cautiously between the market stalls. It has five peculiar ridges on its back, and …
: A young woman and an old woman browse the markets arm in arm. The old woman has a walking stick, and …
: A woman in a long black dress walks past at the markets, talking to a friend. “On the first day, …
: A woman parks her boyfriend under a tree and he sits there eating; sausage sandwich in one hand, ice …
: A child pushes past on a scooter. She stops, drops to her bottom and resumes her journey.
: At Manly Markets, a small girl clenches two fists on her stroller frame, face red, mouth open, eyes …
: Shouted conversations go quiet when the bus stops. Somebody might hear.
: The dinosaur is jack-hammering somewhere inside the youth hostel. It begins with a sound like …
: A grey-clad woman in Brookvale carries a baby in front of her in a pouch, but the baby has sunk to …
: The woman across the aisle has black hair and lashes, black top, black jeans and black, thick-soled …
: Two yellow-vests drift down through the silent worksite. One slips through the gate with a twist but …
: At Warringah Mall, an Espresso machine is piled high with shoes and boots. But no, I’m mistaken. …
: Monday. Boy Engineer and Long-Trousers seem pleased to be doing something practical. They’ve carried …
: Foreman supervises the opening of the gate and turns to make some of his favourite gestures across …
: A new construction rises in the garage doorway, standing three frames high on little feet. …
: Boy Engineer stands framed in the double glass doors of the middle level, banging fasteners into …
: Three storeys above Pittwater Road, the penthouse-dwellers bring in the washing.
: The Abandoned Castle - Part 1
: The rebar spotter ducks just in time, and rods of rusty metal swing through the space where his …
: The rebar spotter freezes, one foot in the air and the other wobbling on a chunk of concrete, as …
: Elsie trawls the broken bricks and rubble, turning them again and again as the pile grows. Inches …
: Two gangly young blokes walk through the food hall, with all their hair focused at the middle and …
: A small boy strides along the top of a wall that surrounds the play area. His mother shadows him but …
: A woman leans to murmur in the man’s ear next to her. His lack of interest is solid.
: The Dog with the Patience of a Cat He stood there for twenty minutes without moving, front paws in the rock pool, back paws on the rock …
: Between the Flags at Manly Beach
: One Fine Day at Collaroy Beach
: An elderly man pushes a shopping trolley with a small girl teetering inside on the brink of …
: Dee Why Lagoon is a Wildlife Nature Reserve: its fence crumbles along Pittwater Road, and Morning …
: At Long Reef, the dog park has no dogs. Grass fades in the morning heat.
: The mother has an Akubra hat, a nose ring and sunburnt shoulders. Her hair is dark, with a small fan …
: At Dee Why a woman boards the bus with a stroller. Inside the stroller, a child of eighteen months …
: A tiny girls sits on the food hall floor, dismantling disposable nappies while her mother gulps down …
: Two people board the bus together at Manly Wharf. The girls sits and the boy stands, hovering near. …
: A girl with green hair and a nose ring sits with one knee up, texting. As the bus approaches Manly …
: Sunday, Manly, 7.35am. Three teenage girls are crossing from the Corso to the Wharf. One speaks …
: A second baked beans tin has appeared in the carpark, and both are becoming submerged in the puddle …
: A woman walks up the hill beyond the demolition, pushing a trolley and nibbling an ice cream. On …
: Two pigeons walk together down the lane, but one ducks under the temporary fencing and bobbles …
: The Sunday Beachfront at Manly
: A rock pool on the way to Shelly Beach, Manly
: Crossing Lines at Warringah Mall
: Foreman is playing with a vast tangle of rusted metal rebar. He’s using Elsie, lifting the knot in …
: Ahh, you don’t believe we’re on the eve of destruction … P.F. Sloan, 1964 Performed by Barry McGuire
: A big man in funky high-viz leans right down, lifting double-handfuls of water to his mouth. His …
: The vertical bricks that trim the top of the balcony wall have shifted. Light appears between them.
: Two men walk past Elsie, directly beneath jagged sheets of metal hanging from the dinosaur’s mouth. …
: A man climbs into the back of a dump truck, bends and raises a long, wrapped bundle against the …
: A middle-aged couple walks past me at the bus stop. He’s paddling, she’s … I’m not sure what, …
: He’s dark and swarthy, grizzled and gnarled, pock-marked and battered as a pocket Danny Trejo. …
: A young bloke ambles past with a skateboard horizontal in his hands. He flips it over. And over. And …
: A woman walks through the food hall, wearing a long navy blue dress with matching handbag. The bag …
: Today’s avocado isn’t properly ripe when I open it. The flesh is hard and doesn’t taste of anything …
: A drink bottle is trapped in a pile of temporary fencing, angled like a diver and frozen in the …
: Elsie remains upside-down, staring gobsmacked at the sky. A raven appears out of thin air and lands …
: Inside a shop, a woman leans back in a chair with her arms folded and her legs crossed. If she could …
: A young bloke with a ponytail and red shirt stands with a black and white ceramic coffee mug half …
: Passing Seaforth. No longer part of our lives. The house-boat is still there that we could see from …
: We’re held up at the Spit, waiting for the bridge to go down. A girl across the aisle takes out her …
: A very old man prepares to leave. He pastes a mask carefully onto his face and pulls his shopping …
: A tall girl is with her family at Cafe Piccolo Bar. She didn’t want anything from the counter and …
: Puss ‘n Boots. They can’t even get the name right.
: At the top of the Spit Bends, a woman in a white dress blows leaves into the late afternoon traffic.
: I can see there are different cliques on this building site. Two blokes just stormed across in …
: Green, gigantic leaves erupt at the edge of Military Road in Mosman, like a Jurassic explosion.
: A huge man in shorts and a blue singlet hulks his way along the footpath in Mosman. His head is bald …
: A man crosses the road at Neutral Bay, stepping out just before the lights change. He’s a big man …
: Our bus almost rear-ends someone in the traffic and the top deck fills with gasps. A man with …
: We’re racing up the Warringah Freeway. I’m gazing down at the road but suddenly it’s gone, and a …
: A vast Covid capsule is docked at Circular Quay. Human figures roam the decks like wandering ants. …
: A man who is at least half beard walks past with two teenage girls in tow. The first is serene, …
: Dymocks Cafe. Across the narrow aisle, a woman sits with three objects ranged down one side of her …
: Dymocks Cafe. The elderly couple at the next table prepares to leave. The man threads his way past …
: Two scaffolders are repacking loose blue poles that had been distributed against walls and fence. …
: 7.57am: First clatter from the site, and someone hammers a nail.
: The bottom halves of two people stand inside the garage on top of the rubble. One bottom half is …
: Wynyard Park, on the way to Dymocks in George Street, Sydney
: A shopping trolley is parked against the steps at Wynyard Park. It contains four brown leaves and a …
: With a single bite, Elsie lifts the entire roof free and turns, looking for somewhere to drop it.
: Elsie marks the verandah, sinks her teeth in and pulls, juddering and jerking on her tracks as the …
: Light struggles through the dust. Elsie has broken through. A great, dark shadow trawls the depths …
: Meanwhile, on Friday … Elsie is ripping down one side of the flats, grinding and banging and …
: Saturday morning. Elsie stands alone, head turned upside down, catching raindrops in her mouth. The …
: Sometimes Foreman tells the dinosaur to do stuff, like drag its teeth across the balcony, or turn …
: Day’s end. The nut brown man props an orange hard hat on top of a pole. He leans deep over a …
: A portable toilet descends into the car park on webbing straps. Boy Engineer hurries to supervise, …
: Girl Engineer lacks a face. Sun-shading extends for miles from the front of her hard hat, and acres …
: Boy engineer is on site. He’s a young man with a beard and hard hat, and the builder’s name on the …
: Two men on the balcony resemble praying mantises, in their hard hats and pointy face masks with a …
: A woman floats along Pittwater Road, Dee Why, in the middle of a sun frock.
: Day’s end. The nut brown man props an orange hard hat on top of a pole. He leans deep over a …
: Aimless lifts a tangle of PVC and wire, offering an end to a second hard hat who looks, touches, …
: It’s quiet on site. Nothing is happening. No machines are working. No trucks are loading. Elsie and …
: A man in a hard hat sits with Elsie. He scratches his ear. He drops his hand and slumps. He looks …
: The dinosaur squeezes its prey against the bricks, drops it and pounces again, shaking it in its …
: A man with short grey hair and a white beard is breaking walls at the top of the flats. He wears …
: Five men in high-viz and hard hats crowd around the back of a work lorry, and another stands in the …
: “I want to get this finished by …” The site foreman scrambles bare-headed up the slope of fallen …
: The car park swarms with yellow-shirted scaffolders, ants that have found a vast blue corpse and are …
: Day 5 Collaroy Beach with Long Reef in the background
: A man stands by the stack of bright blue scaffolding poles, lifting one and setting an end on the …
: And just for a moment, the silence was deafening …
: Goth Girl A girl sits at the bus stop ahead, a silhouette in the glare, except that her hair is very red, very …
: A small girl pursues a beach ball in the surf. Each time she reaches it a wave snatches it away. …
: @jdm On your “About” page, there’s a sentence that doesn’t make sense in the quoted text from …
: A man with his son balanced on his hip stands contemplating a motorbike. The man is in his 30s. The …
: Day 1 - 30 Day Photo Challenge
: A woman in the supermarket. Two daughters and a trolley. “Go away. I’m tired of the complaining. …
: The 6th of January is Festa de la Befana. All over Italy, kids will be waking up to socks full of …
: I’m setting up a stall at Manly Village Public School Markets on January 21 to try to sell some …
: @danielpunkass Posting this from MarsEdit to see if the mention link is working now :)
: Sydney this morning is cold, wet and windswept, like a Winter’s day in 1965.
: Season 2 of Bäckström ended with the Linda mystery unresolved, which was frustrating. Apparently …
: The Troubling Affair of the Carrots, Episode 2 After The Troubling Affair of the Carrots, Episode 1, in which my Aldi carrots emerged from the bag …
: Excited About Audio I’ve just watched the first tutorial in the video series This is Reaper 6, by Kenny Gioia. So …
: Sydney this morning: cloudless sky and high humidity. And very, very quiet.
: Act of Defiance Oh my! I’ve changed the theme of my blog to Cards, truncated longer posts on the home page (thank …
: Planning Software - Hyper Plan v2.10 Hyper Plan v2.10 Planning Software: Visualize your plans your way I had a look at this software from …
: I’ve downloaded MarsEdit 5 to try the app again after a long interlude.
: Weight of the World I met a Basenji just now. A gorgeous little dog, four months old and with permanent frown lines …
: Yesterday I found such an interesting market stall in Manly selling the Mathematicalendar. There’s …
: I’m rediscovering the wonderful micro.blog and I’m amazed at what you can do with it.
: NetNewsWire: Feedle: Blog Search with RSS Feeds
: How on earth does anyone even get a Panther tank into their basement? BBC story - German lawyers …
: There’s a log in a bog in a fog And a dog on the log in the bog And a frog in the bog That’s agog at …
: New York The dog was sick the cat was sad the budgie wouldn’t talk … The chook was dead the cocky …
: It’s a local but physical law, That in England, if one is outdoor, And an object is downed, It will …
: A Question: Lyrics, Attribution and Copyright Question: if I wanted to quote short snippets of popular songs, as posts in their own right, should …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 21 Talking Derry Girls, masters of tech, Going …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 20 The sedentary sirens of yearning Were deadly in Derry, …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 19 Little Acorns, the story untold, The shop that came out …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 18 The secrets of Ma Mary Quinn, As revealed by the wee …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 17 The podcasting Derry Girls, witty, Take a Derry Girls …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 16 DerryLama, made blind as a sprog, Leaves the podcasting …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 15 One’s living the life of a swell; For the others, it’s …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 14 The charming and chattable three, Erin’s Diary, and Lisa …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 13 Is it belly or stomach? Much noise. Maybe girls are more …
: Essential Companion: Talking Derry Girls Podcast Are you a fan of Derry Girls, the hilarious television series from Northern Ireland? Two seasons …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 12 The future looked suddenly bright, The chosen were …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 11 The bell for a telly has tolled, A Catholic budgie is …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 10 The truth’s never totally said, But death, you can take …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 9 Lady Di and the Pope are a pair, Which is conflict …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 8 Wee statues with frills in their blouses Are desperately …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 7 On holy shops, cupboards and crumbs And people with hymns …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 6 In Derry, they’re often a pair, The laughter, pursued by …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 5 The gleam in a shouty man’s eye, The cake that’s …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 4 His doorway besmirched by unnamed, The Voice of Sinn Fein …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 3 One’s never, no never, up late, One’s ironing every date …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 2 Profane and religious offences, And thoroughfares nursing …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 1 Three Derry insiders transcend Pulp Fiction and Derry - …
: The Talking Derry Girls Podcast: Episode 0 Jeanie, Marie-Louise and Pauline, At the dawn of the …
: Edward Lear and AA Milne: Limericks and Hums Limericks are something I’ve always enjoyed. A well-crafted limerick is completely at home within …
: End of the Road for Dennis's Wee Shop Dennis’s Wee Shop, from the Derry Girls TV series, has just been demolished in real life. Behold the …
: Well this image appeared straight away. I can’t figure out what’s going on with marsEdit and images …
: Chevrolet Vega Johnson at home 10.29 and still no image on the blog.Uploaded at 10.19.0am Appeared …
: Strictly a test post to see whether it appears straight away on the blog. Okay. The original …
: SOE Agent This is going to start as a draft saved in Mars Edit. Later I’ll upload it to the blog. I need to …
: This is a very short post created in MarsEdit 4, the beta version, I think, but I can’t remember …
: The mystery is only revealed at the end.
: Sometimes an escalator is just really funky.
: Everything’s locked down in Sydney but the wind.
: Does the image disappear from the front page and timeline if I add a title? The smallest climbing wall ever
: Night of the super moon, Collaroy Beach
: Early morning at Collaroy Beach
: Full image again, I hope, but from Sunlit this time (not from the micro.blog iOS app) …
: Full image this time? Just shared from photos to micro.blog.
: Accidentally Reformatted Photo Post from micro.blog on the iOS app. A few minutes ago I posted a photo to micro.blog, from the …
: Cafe with Lorikeets on Macquarie Street, Sydney
: Photos test post: rock at 4032 × 3024px
: Photos test post: sky at 3024 × 4032px
: Photos test post: banana at 3024 × 4032px
: Photos test post: Chevy at 1535 × 1767px
: This is the same uploaded image as last post (550pxw) but set to be generated at 200px wide …
: This is an image that starts out 550px wide, and should end up at 480px wide …
: This is to see if the thumbnail generation (480px max) works: See this post
: Photo of Mt Etna posted from the Mac app. Can display and select categories via menu, and if I click …
: This is a test post to try to get the alt tag working. I thought the option to add “a description” …
: This post is to check the time zone used when I post here. In the test blog the time zone was very …
: A link to Twitter. vs A new window link to Twitter.
: A third post now to see how categories work.
: A second post would be this one. I might upload a photo, any old photo, as an example. Then I might …
: This is a test post to establish whether I like the way a post looks. A post might be just a line or …