"When you look at a city, it's like reading the hopes, aspirations and pride of everyone who built it."
(Hugh Newell Jacobsen)
Sydney Harbor, picture taken from a ferry ride around the harbor, yes! that cruise ship fits under the Sydney Harbor Bridge.
In hours before the dawning dims the starlight in the sky
The wan and weary faces first begin to trickle by,
Increasing as the moments hurry on with morning feet,
Till like a pallid river flow the faces in the street
Flowing in, flowing in,
To the beat of hurried feet
Ah! I sorrow for the owners of those faces in the street.
City life and it's existence just reminds me of how strong my local small town community is, walking down my small town streets and greeted by smiles and hellos and questions....and then there are cities, I don't think I will ever get used to it...a very hollow feeling, fun, exciting and a beautiful city, but such a hollow feeling?
Sydney Opera House roof tiles close up..I would have loved to have scrambled up and slid down the slippery slope...
The lighting and ambience of the Sydney Opera House toilets. :)
RAAF planes doing some kind of fly over maneuvers..
Loneliness.. (by Rainer Maria Rilke)
Being apart and lonely is like rain.
It climbs toward evening from the ocean plains;
from flat places, rolling and remote,
it climbs to heaven,
which is its old abode.
And only when leaving heaven drops upon the city.
A monorail scoots around the main part of CBD, you can get a day pass for a few dollars and do the loop. Not a bad view, either.
Astral restaurant lighting...
Falling Stars.. (by Rainer Maria Rilke)
Do you remember still the falling stars
that like swift horses through the heavens raced
and suddenly leaped across the hurdlesof our wishes--do you recall?
And we did make so many!
For there were countless numbersof stars:
each time we looked above we were astounded by the swiftness of their daring play,
while in our hearts we felt safe and secure watching these brilliant bodies disintegrate,
knowing somehow we had survived their fall.