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Winter Sunset in Sydney.

Under the harbour bridge waiting for sundown for Vivid to start. Blessed to capture this sunset.

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Winter in Sydney

Its been so cold in Winter this year in Sydney. Not that other winters haven’t been so as equally cold, but this weather just came upon us. One day 27 degrees, the next 13. it gets down to about 6 degrees in Sydney. Now for those of you from cooler climates this is not terribly cold at all. But we are a warm blooded race, us Sydneysiders, more used to a tank top (singlet) shorts (stubbies) and flip-flops (thongs) than wrapping up in out warm woolies. Consequently I have succumbed to the latest bout of virus, sinus colds. I have been in bed for a week, not able to look at a screen or book as my sinuses make my eyes water. Even though I am on Semester break for Uni, I am yet to have the joy to experience a full day off where I can just relax. I have only been out a couple of times with my camera, I have not gotten out a canvas and brushes all winter, I hope to do so in the next couple of weeks.

These shots were taken when I absolutely had to be out in the cold evening the other week. The winder sky at Dusk in Sydney is spectacular, and going into the night leads itself tyo some good black and whites.

I hope you enjoy just a small smattering of photos for now. More to come, I promise.

Dave

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The Winter Gathering

I’m Unsure if I have posted this short story before. I just found it on my tablet, so thought I would post it. Hope you enjoy.

Dave

The Winter Gathering

We gathered around the crackling fire reminiscing of times past. Brad was missing from the group of course, but nobody mentioned Brad anymore.

Instead of coffee or hot chocolate, Brenda, with her health kick, had decided to serve them warm Blackberry juice. It was a welcome change to milk based drinks. Henry’s wife always served honey in warm milk. But then Sharon wasn’t here either was she.

The eucalypt smoke whirled up the chimney, but some of the aromas escaped the flue and ruminated around the room. It made eyes water and noses sniff, but it was pleasant and warm in the little chalet.

Henry was trying hard to bring up memories to share with this close group of friends. But every time he thought of something to share, he recalled it included Sharon, which made his eyes fill with tears, or Brad and it made his head fill with rage.

It was hard being around this group of friends and not think of the two. Henry rose from the armchair, and all chatter ceased. He placed his cup on the coaster provided, and turned and walked from the room.

“Henry,” I quietly called, but he ignored me.

He walked towards the door, opened it and stepped outside. Some snow swept in on the icy wind. We let him go though. Soon Charlie would follow him with a jacket. But for now, we just let him go.

“He still hasn’t got over her death has he”. Bobby said.

“Well, would you?” Megan bit back. “I feel guilty just for being here”.

“It’s not your fault” Brenda said “you shouldn’t have to feel guilty for marrying that bastard. You didn’t know he was screwing her, and you certainly didn’t know he would kill her”. “You are as much a part of this group as Henry.”

We heard Henry roar forth his grief from under the pine tree. It echoed around the snow filled valley. We should never have come back. Yes, it was tradition, but this is one tradition that should have been broken after past events.

This will be the last time we gather as a group. I think that is a good thing. Nothing good can come out of us gathering again.

“Brenda, I think it would be best if we go.” suggested Bobby. Brenda nodded. She quickly gathered the bags and put them in the car. Bobby wheeled over to the sink and washed the cups, leaving them on the side.

“Talk soon” he added as he pushed his chair out to the car.

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Sydney in Winter

It actually got to about 22 degrees Celsius yesterday. Thousands of people flocked to Sydney foreshore in The Rocks for the Aroma Coffee Festival. Some of these photos taken in Long Black and flat white.

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Winter in the mountains

I had to drop off  couple of paintings for Bent Art exhibition this weekend and I thought I would go to the lookout and take some photos on dusk. Enjoy

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The Winter Gathering

We gathered around the crackling fire reminiscing of times past. Brad was missing from the group of course, but nobody mentioned Brad anymore.

Instead of coffee or hot chocolate, Brenda, with her health kick, had decided to serve them warm Blackberry juice. It was a welcome change to milk based drinks. Henry’s wife always served Honey in warm milk. But then Sharon wasn’t here either was she.

The eucalypt smoke whirled up the chimney, but some of the aromas escaped the flue and ruminated around the room. It made eyes water and noses sniff, but it was pleasant and warm in the little chalet.

Henry was trying hard to bring up memories to share with this close group of friends. But every time he thought of something to share, he recalled it included Sharon, which made his eyes fill with tears, or Brad and it made his head fill with rage.

It was hard being around this group of friends and not think of the two. Henry rose from  armchair, and all chatter ceased. He placed his cup on the coaster provided, and turned and walked from the room.

“Henry,” I quietly called, but he ignored me.

He walked towards the door, opened it and stepped outside. Some snow swept in on the icy wind. We let him go though. Soon Charlie would follow him with a jacket. But for now, we just let him go.

“He still hasn’t got over her death has he”. Bobby said.

“Well, would you?” Megan bit back. “I feel guilty just for being here”.

“it’s not your fault” Brenda said ” you shouldn’t have to feel guilty for marrying that bastard. you didn’t know he was screwing her, and you certainly didn’t know he would kill her”. “you are as much a part of this group as Henry.”

We heard Henry roar forth his grief from under the pine tree. It echoed around the snow filled valley. We should never have come back. Yes, it was tradition, but this is one tradition that should have been broken after past events.

This will be the last time we gather as a group. I think that is a good thing. Nothing good can come out of us gathering again.

“Brenda, I think it would be best if we go.” suggested Bobby. Brenda nodded. She quickly gathered the bags and put them in the car. Bobby wheeled over to the sink and washed the cups, leaving them on the side.

“Talk soon” he added as he pushed his chair out to the car.

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