Killing Cats…
Love that city

(If you have a flickr account you should be able to view a much larger (and better) size if you click on the pic)
I always feel like I am cheating when I take a picture of Sydney Harbour. It’s hard to take a bad picture of this place. Nice water, amazing buildings, great light (usually) good weather… What’s not to love!
Of course, maybe I’m more of a cliche than a cheater, but that’s OK.
Over the last couple of weeks, I have been in there almost half a dozen times. Once for my city fun with N8 (not the order…. whinger!) Joel, Andy & Robbie. I’ve been in a couple of times & to a couple of different places with Shona. Two nights ago I was down having a chat with Allison & then last night I was in again, this time with Deb & Lyndell & the always enjoyable Davitch!
I’m trying to think of somewhere better to be able to hang out & just chat. If you managed to organise a bottle of wine, maybe a little cheese & a bit of chocolate (all of which are off limits at the moment. Damn!!) then you have pretty much the perfect venue.
So, if you want to hang out and chat some time, and you don’t mind my getting up every once in a while to fire off a couple of shots on the old Canon, then drop in to the North Shore of the harbour & I’ll be there!

P.S. I apologise for the inane writing I’ve had up over the last little while. The creative monkey escaped the cage & is currently at large in parts unknown!
Another one bites the dust!
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My new Favourite Hymn
Before the throne of God above
Before the throne of God above
I have a strong, a perfect plea:
a great High Priest, whose name is Love,
who ever lives and pleads for me.
My name is graven on his hands,
my name is written on his heart;
I know that while in heaven he stands
no tongue can bid me thence depart.
When Satan tempts me to despair,
and tells me of the guilt within,
upward I look, and see him there
who made an end of all my sin.
Because the sinless Savior died,
my sinful soul is counted free;
for God, the Just, is satisfied
to look on him and pardon me.
Behold him there! the risen Lamb!
My perfect, spotless Righteousness,
the great unchangeable I AM,
the King of glory and of grace!
One with himself, I cannot die;
my soul is purchased by his blood;
my life is hid with Christ on high,
with Christ, my Savior and my God.
Midday on Bruny Island

After climbing the Fluted Cape, I drove over a mountain to head down to Cape Bruny. On the way over there were some amazing forests. This is what happens when you shoot a forest with a fisheyed lens. I like how they lean in toward the centre.

The Cape Bruny Lighthouse was pretty spectacular.

1836… Maybe not old by world standards, but it’s OK for Australia!
Morning on Bruny Island (Tasmania)

The sunrise I enjoyed on Bruny Island after a 12 hour sleep (or at least 12 hours in the tent) at the “Neck” camping ground.

On my way to “The Fluted Cape” I passed a little Billabong that was as still as glass…

The Fluted Cape was on the west side of the south of the Island. Those cliffs are 270 meters high. I was a little worse for wear after climbing to the top.






