Fifty one years old, and never ages.
Cool start on a pristine Sydney autumn dawn.
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Many Sydneysiders will have a tale to tell of a beer or two at the Lord Nelson Hotel in Millers Point.
The sandstone blocks were said to have been quarried from the base of Observatory Hill, just 100m away.
Pouring ales since June 1842, a pub to remember.
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Before the time of too many rules in Sydney, there used to be an Australia Day ritual in Surry Hills called The Golden Bone.
Locals would block off Fitzroy Street between two pubs and dogs would race down the road from one pub to the other. The owner of first past the post got shouted beers.
This was the midway point.
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I don’t often turn my back on a Sydney dawn, but the symmetry of a light pole, a set of tinnies and Malabar Beach off to the right caught my eye.
As for the weather, light clouds should burn off to a clear warm day. Autumn is dropping leaves, but not temperatures.
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The Rocks and Millers Point used to highlights of trips to city when I was a kid, I wandered the higgledy-piggledy lanes and alleyways finding Sydney’s past and a great contemporary community.
Too much has changed, but not this vista on Rodens Lane.
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Looking to 27C later today, so while it was cool at dawn on a crane infested Blackwattle Bay, Sydney’s autumn continues to feel like summer.
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The song by The Cure, Charlotte Sometimes came out in 1981.
It was around that time that I ventured up Charlotte Lane in Darlinghurst (this area was dodgy back then), and at that time I worked as a radio DJ on Triple Jay, and happily played The Cure to the youth of Sydney.
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If you look closely you’ll see a fellow sitting on the rock waiting for sunrise on the southern side of Sydney’s Clovelly Beach.
Cool and clear, a peaceful start to the day.
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I like old grocery / general stores in Sydney, the trend last century was to convert them into houses, these days they often become cafes.
This one is seen before opening on the corner of Selwyn Street and Albion Avenue in Paddington.
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The famous Finger Wharf in Sydney’s Woolloomooloo has seen a range of uses from shipping wool, sending soldiers off to two world wars, sitting inactive and in decline, a failed venue for an illegal dance party (I was to DJ there), and now glamorous accommodation and dining.
At dawn, after rain has cleansed the city, all of that seems possible.
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Posting a random urinal is not my usual style, but this one has some history and gender politics.
The Eveleigh Locomotive Workshops in Sydney date back to when steam was king, and workers were all males.
So it makes perfect sense to save on time and construction to have the urinal outside.
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Looking across Johnstons Bay on Sydney Harbour to social housing, Pyrmont expensive apartments, then the city to the right and Saruman’s Tower on the left.
This is just before dawn on a drizzly autumn morning.
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I’m way too young to remember The Hungry Mile, which is the nickname of the road at the bottom of these, the High Steps.
During the Great Depression, wharfies (dock workers) would trapes from wharf to wharf looking for a day’s work.
Sydney Harbour, and this spot in particular, has changed a lot over the last century.
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On a crisp morning, ahead of potential showers, I spy cranes at Sydney’s Garden Island Naval Base.
While it has not been an island since 1942 (when a dock was constructed to increase the size of base five fold), the name has remained.
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When I first moved into Sydney’s Surry Hills nearly 40 years ago, Fitzroy Place was not somewhere you would linger after dark.
Much safer now.
Sir Charles Fitzroy was Governor of NSW 1846-55 and this little charmer was named after him.
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Some light showers early this morning, as well as clearing skies.
So I was temped to go for some Sydney noir glamour. This is a previously unpublished shot from 2020.
And as usual, the city lit up for me alone.
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