The sundial in the Royal Botanic Gardens, Sydney, dates to 1993, so it’s not as old as it looks. Allowing for us being on summer time now (requiring the addition of an hour), the sundial’s time matched that on my phone. Simple, but amazing!
This is a close-up of part of the Christmas Tree in Martin Place, with the clock tower of the old GPO (General Post Office) behind. I took this photo just before 12pm yesterday (Christmas Eve), a glorious summer’s day here in Sydney.
Season’s Greetings to everyone!
This is the clock and statue that stood over the entrance to the Tiffany store in Sydney. The store has moved since I took this photo and I haven’t noticed the statue/clock in the new location.
“No man has the power to tell just where the hands will stop, at late or early hour.”
A mix of quotes in this post: the title is from a W H Auden poem, the photo caption is from “The Clock of Life” by Robert H Smith. This particular stopped clock is on Cockatoo Island in Sydney Harbour: convict prison; industrial school and reformatory for girls; ship building site; dockyard; and now urban campground and cultural events venue. From 1857 to 1991, Cockatoo Island was Australia’s primary shipbuilding and repair facility. I find something quite poignant in this clock, its frozen hands hinting at a time when the cavernous building in which it hangs bustled with noise and work.
Ever notice how HSBC seems to have a global monopoly on airport branding?
Plane spotting — Kazza style! Indoors and with champagne.
Icarus Container by Yukinori Yanagi
This photo shows part of an art work at this year’s Biennale on Cockatoo Island. Viewers walked through darkened shipping containers with mirrors on which were etched extracts of Icarus from Sun and Steel by Yukio Mishima. (While Mishima’s version is not that of the ancient myth, in which Icarus flew so close to the sun that the wax holding his feathered wings together melted and he fell to earth, it nonetheless evokes that story.)
The viewer’s perception changed as they walked through the containers, turning corners and looking back; the experience was very affecting.
Tennis court on the roof
This tennis court in the sky is very near where I work in downtown Sydney — in fact, I took the photo from the 15th floor of my office building. I’ve never seen anyone actually playing tennis here, but the entire court was recently substantially refurbished, so it must get used sometime. Despite that netting, I can’t help but imagine balls falling on the heads of unsuspecting pedestrians below!
June Squares: Roof If you have a photo (or two!) of a roof, join in!
