April 2022
Some of these are among my favourite photos I’ve ever taken.
Flying over the centre
The last golden hour of 2021
Ending on a high.
First dawn
October 2021
The 11th was the date when NSW stopped having a 5km travel limit, so I left home before sunrise and drove to The Gap to watch the first far-from-home dawn.
Of course, it was damp and cloudy and dark, no dawn to be seen. There’s more variety in the transforms on the photos than I usually do, because the light was so average.
It was great.
First Sydney lockdown
March & April 2020
I was looking through my phone photo detritus from the time of the original closures (which were not as strict as the July to October 2021 ones, during which I mostly stuck to photographing sunsets rather than sign-of-the-times images).
Early on, this kind of sign was unusual enough that I photographed it especially:
I never figured out if the placement of a hand hygiene sign next to a cheap will preparation sign was deliberate, and if so, intended to be funny, shocking, or just attention-getting:
Speaking of bleak, we played one game of Pandemic but it got awfully real with outbreaks in East Asia and Russia:
Our local Flight Centre was lookng forward to welcoming us back for several months. It closed permanently nearly a year ago now:
I’ve never been to a ANZAC Day dawn ceremony in my life, but I did happen to be awake at dawn, so went and stood in my yard as was the style at the time.
Someone somewhere was audibly playing The Last Post.
Lockdown sunsets
August 2021
Watching the sun set from within my Sydney travel boundary somehow became a symbol of interstate rivalry. May it return to coffee soon.
Previously: Milk Beach.
Central Park after rain
October 2019
After this:
This:
And finally, after a really substantial quest the length and breadth of Manhattan in search of somewhere that does pie by the slice, this:
All photos (in progress)
Milk Beach, last days
July/August 2021
Starting 5pm Friday July 9, we could only travel within 10km of your home for exercise/recreation in Sydney. I’m not generally a fan of bright-siding these restrictions (“my workaholic husband has ditched the corporate rat race, any chance we could stick with widespread house arrest, it’s been just great for his blood pressure?”) but it does inspire a certain amount of scouring one’s vicinity for places to be. The ocean beaches are all slightly more than 10km as the crow flies from me, but some of the harbour beaches such as Milk Beach remained accessible.
I walked with a friend there during daytime and after that decided that a family excursion at sunset was called for:
The other reason to frantically find family excursions, as I told my family gloomily, was in case the rules got stricter, which indeed they did, a 5km radius from August 16. So the evening of August 15 we traipsed out once more to farewell Milk Beach for the time being, not, seemingly, the only ones:
Late leaves, Old Croton Aqueduct Trail
Old Croton Aqueduct Trail
October 2019
Knowing I was coming up on photos of New York really did a number on my photo processing lo these 18 months.
This one was a trudge, 6km or so from Irvington to Dobbs Ferry. I had hoped to do it on the following day but there was rain forecast (in fact the remanents of Tropical Storm Olga) which saw me taking refuge in the Musuem of Natural History, trudging through there instead.
Weekends are always when the jetlag smashes down. Someday I will have the chance to re-learn that.
It’s a pretty trudge though!
