Archive for July, 2006



Once More With Feeling

I was sitting at Circular Quay today, minding my own business and just resting my legs after my usual CBD photo-walk, when a woman walked up to me half laughing half sort of crying.  She said she had run out of petrol and didn’t know what to do.  She said she’d spoken to some police […]

Cabbie #3

This one wasn’t talkative.  I tried, but he just kinda mumbled a few words here and there.  He did have an accent though.  At first I thought it was Scottish, but then decided it wasn’t.  I don’t know.  All I know is he knows the innerwest well, because he lives there.  Yeah, that’s about it.  […]

Parsing Comments

Sometimes passing comments stay longer than they’re supposed to.

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Not So Simple Pleasures

Before a rather frustrating Sunday, I managed a few simple pleasures on Saturday.
- A full refrigerator
- Developing film
- New underwear
- Time with pets
- Cooking
Sunday was a most frustrating day, which I’m ready to leave behind to prevent it weighing me down further than it really deserves to. Saturday caught me by surprise. As […]

Little Things

Overheard in Circular Quay.  “This is the BEST day!”, said a boy to his mum as he was getting into his chocolate ice cream cone.

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Lost And Found

It seems lately I’ve been loosing things. I lost my wallet a few weeks ago. Then I lost my atm card. Then I lost my drink bottle. The thing is, they all end up returning to me in the end. I found my wallet where I left it a couple […]

Cabbie #2

Another drunken Photobloggers meet, another cabbie to talk to on my ride home.  He’s Russian.  With a fairly thick accent, though you can tell he’s lived here for many years.  Came here when he was 16.  Has two boys.  16 and 9.  The 9 year old is very motivated and competitive, in a good way.  […]

On The Road Again

My travelling dream recurred. This time I was on a train to some woop woop place (that’s Aussie slang for out in the sticks, or just, far away). The town actually had a name in the dream, but I can’t recall now. So there I was on this train, on this […]