Sydney in December: a visual poem

Tall buildings surround every scene


People hurry on by

People at Circular Quay

Or sit to watch the world go by


Or marvel at design feats
From many years before


Hyde Park Barracks

And worship or console others of like spirit


Create and design to the joy of others


To celebrate traditional fests


Or display collections for ponder or purchase


Before seeking a breeze and shelter from nature


Or seeking to satisfy curiosity about days gone by


Reflecting of bonds formed in long gone times


And dreaming of climbing to higher places


To view the world from another perspective


Or just getting on with the job at hand


Improving, measuring for the sake of all


Or gathering under white umbrellas with like minded folk


And having a say to make it better

Protest signs at Balmain








Always remembering loved ones recently departed

And staying in touch with those dear and true.


Photographs by GVNicholas
(Creative Commons)


Cappuccino etiquette

A spoon is essential. Good coffee a must. The spoon is picked up and slowly and gently scoops a little froth and a touch of chocolate. This is taken from the edge of the cup with the back of the spoon facing the rim so as not to disturb the appearance of the coffee. Slowly, slowly and deliberately the spoon is raised to the mouth. Taste slowly and enjoy. The joy of the coffee is still to come. The spoon, slowly returns to the cup. This time a more generous scoop of the spoon is made around the full rim of the cup, and the spoon once again raised slowly to the mouth enjoy. Repeat if necessary to remove froth from the rim of the cup or mug. This avoids an embarrassing chinostache later. Keep the appearance of the coffee as intact as possible. Now slowly raise your coffee cup and sip slowly. Enjoy.

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All photographs taken by GVNicholas

City Gloom

When I walk along the City street
A smile passes me by
I wish I was that person

The morning sun struggles through the morning’s grey gloom
Traffic noise cuts the air sharply
Pollen irritates
Cigarette smoke abhors
The homeless not yet moving as workers march on by

The load feels heavy
Each facet weighing more than the one after or before
Heavy, Indefinable, Unwanted

A man with a smile passes me by
A joke perhaps?
Or recatching a night of love
Maybe thoughts of a day to come
A genuine smile
Real, Desirable

As his smile passes me by
His inner happiness extends
Penetrating the city gloom

My load has weight
My load is hard to carry
When I next catch a glimpse of a smile passing me by
It will penetrate the gloom
I will find memories of a joke
A moment of love
Or think of good things to come

When I walk along the city street and a smile passes me by
I’ll pass it on

Bucketing with The Big Green S

S for Seniors on Myki card

My S for Senior!

This last week I used my Seniors Myki for the first time. Great. $3.60 to get into the City on work days – such a saving on the $11.08 I used to pay! But I am pleased to have a big green S on my train ticket? I think not.

Senior is a work with many applications in the English language: of higher rank or position, the older of two, in a higher level and an elderly person. Perhaps ‘senior’ as used on the Myki card should have a new definition e.g. a mature person:
1. with a zest for life, 2. who is a seeker of new experiences, or 3. spreading wisdom

We could have a space on our seniors’ Myki to fill in our own definition of Senior. With personal identities for phones and such like why not a personal identity for our Myki card? No elderly person stuff for me!  A proactive verb would be the go:  creating, exploring, developing, adventuring, escaping, questing, appraising.  Go on create a new verb. Here we go – bucketing – as in a bucket list (   I could write ‘Wise woman bucketing life by train’.  Or maybe not.

As I set off on my first day I wasn’t thinking about bucketing life but rather whether the new card was going to work and whether the security guards were going to pull me up to see my sparkling new Seniors Card.  All went smoothly.  I was disappointed that the security guard who seemed to study me carefully as I came through the gate at Flinders Street didn’t pull me over.  ‘Damn,’  I thought, ‘He thinks I look 60!’.  Time to go and write that Bucket List.