Claiming the territory

Sydney Harbour take three

I sat on the train back to Sydney unable to imagine being in a city again but the second I arrived it caught me in its sparkling exuberance. I walked through Chinatown to Darling Harbour, bought a travel pass and started ferry-hopping. Under the bridge with its trains and cars and climbers (look large!); past the Opera House whose magic is that it is different with every slight shift of angle or light so watching it from a moving ferry is mesmerising; out to Manly with its short strip of land between the tamer harbour beach and the surfer's ocean beach; back towards the bridge against the low sun and the water turned to mercury; past the Opera House again, now orange.

Around the evening Opera House I saw two different photographers' workshops going on while runners jogged past; a couple in wedding clothes swirled around each other as photographers swirled around them and the make-up lady monitored; while tourists gaped just as we had done all day, all week, all year; while after-workers talked loudly over beers at the quayside bars and opera-goers started to arrive.

So many, many pictures.

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