A Kamilaroi story tells of a magnificent male Kangaroo, so overtaken by the dancing of the locals that he joined the circle and danced a special dance that is still celebrated today. The Dreaming of Aboriginal Australia, ed Jean A Ellis, 2006 I am learning about this concept of Aboriginal Dreamtime . . .
~Transported by a plush French cafe~
Was it the purple upholstery or the gold painted furniture? Was it the light streaming in from the early morning Sydney streets? Was it the perfectly coiffed French waitress, all the way from Brittany? Whatever it was, the shadowy interior of this cafe transported me to where the coffee was perfect, the home made marshmallow . . .
~The eyes behind the lens~
Far from familiar meandering lanes, I am here in the midst of the dramatic lines of Sydney. Strong diagonals on the Bridge, soaring curves on the Opera House, tiny human forms a reminder of our presence. A woman tied to a harness sets out on the climb. It will take three hours and 189 . . .
Wish you were here in Sydney
Wish you were here, the surf's up....... Wish you were here, life on the ocean wave....... Wish you were here, tis a dreamy view...... Wish you were here, the flowers are so exotic...... Wish you were here, although it's autumn and the shadows are . . .