I have been busy. The only thing I can afford to spend on is to post a picture.
This is Glebe Point Road in the evening. I had dinner with some friends at a balcony of an Italian restaurant. That was one of those less busy periods.
I have been busy. The only thing I can afford to spend on is to post a picture.
This is Glebe Point Road in the evening. I had dinner with some friends at a balcony of an Italian restaurant. That was one of those less busy periods.
I live a good 20 minutes worth of walking away from my campus and probably 30 minutes from my school. This is a far cry from what it used to be last year, when it was more Ann Arbor-like for me. While in Darlington, I could afford to wake up just 20 minutes before classes begin and still have some time to catch with my breath. Now I need a good 2 hours to just get ready, knowing that I rather be at the university all day long rather than spend some hours at the library or anywhere relevant, go back home for lunch or a nap and return to school to finish everything off, if it is possible. Such is the pain of living near at the end of Glebe and refusing to take the bus.
But they say no pain, no gain. The chance for photography in Darlington is limited. The short distance and the relative low amount of culture and life there in general necessarily limit the supply of what makes photography exciting.
Glebe is the opposite of Darlington. The skyline of the beautiful Sydney is always there to greet my morning. Dogs with their guardians on the pavement. Birds singing in the sky. School kids rushing for schools, or just slacking off. The shops with all sort of merry people. And of course, what is Glebe without its cafes? Oh, the independent bookstores too.
Just open your eyes and frame it. Not just frame it, live it. It is inevitable to know that each street has its own character. Each seems to invite me to explore them, promising an adventure for the day, or for the week, if only I dare. Hereford Street is one which I have explored quite considerably on foot.
I feel like I am starting to take ownership of this place. This morning, a team of four youths were soliciting for funds for Glebe right after I took this particular photo. I donated some cash and this is the only second time I have done so, so far, in 4 years.
Being a libertarian who at time harbors too much contempt for those who solicit for money, it is a big deal for me. It reflects what I care about.