Crippled with a bad back and not being able to sit for long or toil in my orchard, I stole a page from Derrick and took some photographs. Walking around my neighbourhood yesterday, I snapped some pics with my iPhone on my way to nowhere. My suburb sits right at the mouth of the freeway and it’s a pleasure to cross it while smiling at the waiting cars (though it was lunch time and there was no traffic).
It was cold. The top temperature was only 6ºC but the last few days’ unseasonal warmth had pushed on some spring bursts. Such is the weather of Sydney.
A musician was practicing in the park. I don’t think he’s a busker or he’d picked the worst spot for his business.