The lion (or was it a dragon?) was primed and ready to go.
It was a happy, fortunate and propitious start to the Lunar New Year.
One of my well grooved bike ride routes takes me along the Cooks River to the cafe in Sydney’s Bicentennial Park and back.
On the way it passes through the suburb of Flemington, which yesterday was having a cracking good time. I happened to arrive just as the Jin Wu Koon Dragon and Lion Dance Association was expelling evil spirits from the Saigon BBQ and Pho Vietnamese Restaurant, apparently in return for gifts of lettuce hung from the awnings. Continue reading
I don’t have a fancy camera with a long lens, so it’s a bit grainy at this distance. I do like the shape of this black-winged stilt, though.
Of course I don’t shoot birds with guns. In my opinion ‘sporting shooter’ is an oxymoron. It may not be easy to pick a flying duck out of the sky, but it only becomes sporting if the duck is also armed with a double-barrelled shotgun and taking aim at the guy hiding in the reeds by the water’s edge. Continue reading
I’m not the only one who expects a good meal here.
Give a man a fish, you feed him for a day and it will taste so bad he’ll never eat raw fish again. Teach a man to cook fish and you give him a lifetime of showing off at dinner parties.
After he’s sourced the ingredients.
I’ve got enough stuff, so when another birthday rolled around it was very smart of my daughter to give me a voucher for a class at the Sydney Seafood School.
I’ve written before about this excellent institution at the Sydney Fish Market, but I can’t praise it highly enough. It’s open to anybody who cares to spend an evening or an afternoon learning to cook two or three fabulous dishes. For locals and visitors it’s time and money very well spent. Continue reading
Simply approaching it makes you feel something magic is about to happen.
Mevrouw T and I don’t do this often enough. A thoughtful Christmas present was two tickets to a Sydney Symphony Orchestra concert.
A rare trip to the iconic Sydney Opera House at night reminded us what a special building it is, and what a spectacular location it enjoys. Continue reading
For once I’ve done this Weekly Photo Challenge strictly according to the rules. The instructions were to depict the delights of your neighbourhood as seen through the hole in the back of your phone.
Okay, it’s a little blurry, but so am I at this hour of the morning. What matters is that the coffee has some colour in it. Take note, all ye would-be baristas!
So armed with nothing but an iPhone 4, out I went into the streets of Marrickville, Sydney, NSW, Australia. First stop was the Post Cafe – the old post office now converted into something far more useful early on a Saturday morning. Continue reading
Sky Mirror (2006) What you see depends on what it’s reflecting at the time.
The signs in the MCA foyer say ‘no photography’. It’s a lost cause. Everyone has at least a phone with a hole in the back now and we don’t often have Anish Kapoor sculptures in Sydney. The moment must be captured. Continue reading