you gotta love this city for its body and not its brains

Having just had a few crazy weeks of assignment writing, conference preparation at work and general hectic-ness, I'm now ready to write another blog post! Woo!  I mentioned a while ago I was interested in writing a blog post about why I love Sydney, and Ronni recently posted a link to a blog project photographing the suburbs of Sydney, which inspired me to do something about it. Incidentally, that blog posted a link to the Dictionary of Sydney, which looks like an interesting place for information on all things related to Sydney.

I can't cover all of Sydney in one blog post, I just can't. And my photos are no match for those in 52 suburbs. But here are some things I love:



- Festivals in Summer! When the whole city comes into one space and the streets are full of people instead of cars and everything is free.













- The coffee! It looks great, it tastes great... It means we have heaps and heaps of little cafes. Everyone I know who travels overseas misses it oh so much.












- More festivals- the way that we get these little bits of organised whimsy...












- As well as the unofficial whimsy, of course. The type of thing that inspires people to knit stockings for street signs.





- The left-behind bits of industry, whether they be converted to new uses or left to fall down gradually...











- The sea and storm clouds are so good together, and it's hard to dislike the Manly ferry.











- Even some of the cemeteries have a view... I think cemeteries are beautiful in any case.









- The skyline... Let's face it, even people who diss Sydney think it's beautiful.









There's so much more to love: the range of cultures, foods, graffiti, buildings.... I think that this a subject I could just keep returning to again and again. I'll leave you with one of my favourite Sydney photos from near where I live: 

Comments

  1. Ronni4/6/10 22:25

    Oh, this is such a beautiful post! I'm so glad you wrote it. I, too, love Sydney, and your lovely photo-essay articulates a lot of the reasons why.

    (I particularly miss the cafes!)

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  2. With Respect to X4/6/10 23:08

    Great post! Wonderful photos.

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  3. Catie5/6/10 13:55

    Thanks guys!

    The cafes are one of my favourite things too :)

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  4. Ang5/6/10 14:37

    Ihave nothing to add but I agree that this post is great and your photos are fantastic!

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  5. Catie7/6/10 21:35

    :)

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