Currawongs are a type of black bird, similar in appearance to ravens and crows. At sunset in Sydney, their haunting calls herald the onset of night. You can listen to one here.
This is the same sunset featured in this photo.
In February, a friend and I went to the Tomato Festival at the Royal Botanic Gardens in Sydney. There were tomatoes to taste, tomatoes to eat, tomatoes to drink, cooking and canning classes, a food market — a veritable celebration of tomatoes! And there were many more people than I expected for such a quirky event.
There was tomato artwork in the form of a mandala (a circular figure representing the universe in Hindu and Buddhist symbolism), albeit with non-tomato elements.
I arrived before my friend, and indulged in something sweet while waiting.
Time to taste!
We both agreed that this was our favourite:
This broken window belongs to an outbuilding at Strickland House in Sydney. The main house dates to the 1850s and has stunning views over Sydney harbour to the city, bridge and opera house. When it ceased to be a private house, the buildings and grounds became a hospital in 1915, and in 1994 the grounds became a public park.
The main house is open to the public only one day a year, during the National Trust’s Heritage Festival. I’ve never yet managed to get inside! This year, the house won’t be open due to conservation work (and judging from this window, it’s necessary!). Oh well, maybe next year.
I don’t honestly know if only nuns are buried in this graveyard, or indeed if any nuns lie here. The cemetery is in the grounds of what is now Kincoppal-Rose Bay, School of the Sacred Heart. The striking Gothic-looking pile rears up beside the harbour, looking as if it would be more at home in England than in Sydney. The original building in the complex was a private home called Claremont, built in 1851. “Kincoppal traces its origins to the establishment of two schools. The first, the Convent of the Sacred Heart, Rose Bay, was founded in 1882. The other, named Kincoppal, was established at Elizabeth Bay in 1909. In 1971 these two schools were amalgamated on the Convent of the Sacred Heart campus and became known as Kincoppal-Rose Bay, School of the Sacred Heart.” (source)
Why sit in a stuffy theatre to watch a Shakespeare play on stage when you can sprawl on a picnic blanket with wine and nibbles, watching the play unfold around you while the waves wash against the beach? These photos are from a production of The Merry Wives of Windsor at Balmoral Beach in Sydney.
The audience starts to set up blankets in the early evening.
It’s a small theatre company, so the actors also sell programs and other merchandise, and collect donations at the end.
Ah, but the play’s the thing! (I know, that’s from Hamlet, not The Merry Wives of Windsor, but it fits.)
What’s a play without an audience?
Even the moon got in on the act.