This girl smolders. Like the soot on the walls of this place. You’ll see. The future is her roadmap but she’s driving now. Already out there making things, and with a foundation I found commendable and honest. (Yes, there’s an …

This is an image I told myself not to take. And here we are. It happens. The camera is unfolded. I’m itching to make something, and the way I see it this building and fountain got in the way. Oh …

There is something about a good harbor that gets my juices flowing. Cruise ships get my juices flowing but in a different way. They are strange beasts filled with strange people heading to strange lands to that they can eat …

You have to really want to do this. No short timers here. This is in our DNA, storytelling via stone. Been there from the beginning. Today the reasons might be under suspicion but the story is the same. Look, remember, …

My first real portrait with the SX-70. She is nice, like everyone here. Halloween, but it doesn’t feel like it to me. I’ve got to work, and besides, I’m not at home. Far from it. The other side of the …

Ferry wake from up high. Like an abstract art piece. Fumbling with the viewfinder I barely manage to get this one off. No matter. There will be another ferry. How nice it must be to make one’s way to work …

A Chinese celebration I miss by a day, but the decoration is still there. And behind it, the needle, tower or whatever they call it downtown. “It’s worth a look,” they say. I stay nearby but never manage to make …

Yes, so much of Sydney is the bridge. Which one? Doesn’t matter. They are all worth a walk. I’m always amazed at how much something like this actually moves. Wind, traffic, the Earth settling and not so settling. I’m not …

Someone had to do it. And he found it on his own. There is always one, thankfully. We need these people for f%$# sake. Cockatoo Island. A wander with likeminded folks prone to put the camera to eye and push …

The famous Bondi Icebergs. It lives up to the hype. If I lived here I’d been in this group, or at least I would try to be. I swim two laps after a year of inactivity and barely make it …

Boxers. Trainers really. “Okay, a hundred this time.” Met with grumbles. I would be too. My arms nearly fall off just watching. I look like an alien with my dead cat and recorder. Old Polaroid and strange need to invade. …

Ya, I know. You are pissed. And you are pissed at me. It’s like you came in my house and stood over my negatives. GO AWAY HUMAN. The camera makes it worse. “Gotta frame it just right, sorry little friend.”