A dramatic explosion, but not dangerous.
Posted as part of Six Word Saturday.
It’s remarkable how colours and textures come alive when they’re wet. I doubt I would have noticed this passageway in The Rocks otherwise. This photo was taken on the same afternoon as those in my Changing Seasons: January post. (BTW, for readers who haven’t heard of “The Rocks”, it’s the part of Sydney that was first settled by Europeans and is so-called due to the, um, rocky nature of the area. It has an interesting history, which you can read about here.)
I wasn’t sure how to approach Cardinal Guzman’s “The Changing Seasons” monthly photo challenge. Two problems arose. One was that by the time I learned about the challenge on 27 January, all the things that characterise Sydney in January (the festival, the outdoor concerts, Australia Day) had passed. Second, and perhaps bigger, is that the seasons don’t really change in Sydney! Oh yes, in winter the non-native trees lose their leaves, but we have green grass, flowering shrubs and palm trees year-round; there are no dramatic snowfalls or ice storms or frosts to contrast with gentler weather. As for the first problem, the cardinal reminded me that there’s more to life than just highlights; as for the second, well, maybe Sydney will have a freak snowstorm this winter!
Yesterday I had a couple of hours to kill between social engagements, so I decided to see if I could capture some January photos. I was in the Opera House-Circular Quay-Rocks areas.
Australia Day may have come and gone, but some banners remain.
Now here is something you don’t see every day: a pop-up gin bar. It’s associated with an exhibit at the Museum of Contemporary Art and runs all summer.
If gin’s not your thing, you could just chill on a deck chair and watch the world go by.
One thing has characterised our season this January: violent thunderstorms. The hot, humid days mean torrential rain and driving winds hit the city almost every day, usually around the early evening rush hour. They cause power outages, wind damage and traffic chaos. 30 January was no different: by 5pm, it was a case of when, not if!
Umbrellas up! These are security guards by the cruise ship.
Tourists and Sydneysiders alike headed for home — but at a leisurely stroll. No need to panic.
The heavens opened and it was no time for waving a camera around. I took shelter at the Overseas Passenger Terminal along with a few dozen others. Now was the time to panic.
Those deck chairs don’t look so inviting any more, do they?
I had never noticed this statue on the roof of the art museum before. I like how it’s pointing up at the storm!
Perhaps the only good thing about these violent January storms is that they don’t last long. The sky soon brightened.
“Voyager of the Seas” was down to only a few mooring lines, about to head off to sea. And I had to head off to meet my friends.
That’s it for January in Sydney. I just squeaked in under the deadline!
This was my first view of Grand Canyon: a monochrome world of washed-out blue-greys. To say I was disappointed would be gross understatment! I did not even leave the bus. Click here to see another monochrome photo taken a few minutes after this one, but of vibrant greens and reflections caught in a raindrop hanging suspended from the tip of a branch.