Changes are afoot in Kingsgrove. Beside the brown brick houses, the apartments have arrived.
I’m not completely against the development, as it provides the suburb with a supermarket, and now completing the weekly grocery run is just a walk away. It is however imposing compared to the low-key 1940s buildings that it towers over.
I was quite inspired by Joan’s posts around her home in the Blue Mountains, particularly how it’s changed in the last few years by the extensive roadworks. It reminds me that the area around my home in the Sydney suburb of Kingsgrove is quickly changing too, and that it’s a good time to document it before it changes completely. I also thought that it might be good to capture all this on film instead of digital, since the suburb is full of mid 20th century architecture.
Kingsgrove is a suburb in the south of Sydney that sprang up in the early days of World War II. During the war, they small (by 21st century standards) but solid homes, making use of what was available. Around here, it was from brick since the entire suburb is on clay and there were brick and pottery works abound. Our house is a prime example of that.
Walking down the surrounding streets, you could see that there are many homes of my vintage.
But changes are afoot.
I headed down Macquarie Street to the State Library. It had a few interesting exhibitions to see, but on the way out, I noticed a few interesting angles to capture.
Palm fronds through the chequered glass of the overhead walkway.
Busy crossing through the library sign.
It’s an autumn morning in Sydney CBD. This used to be my stamping ground. I’d walk down Macquarie Street, past the Hyde Park Barracks. The 200 year old sandstone buildings are pretty much as old as western civilisation gets in Australia.
Around the corner is Martin Place. The barristers seem like just another flock of pigeons to me.
Martin Place is full of commemorations to the wars and various military units.
But most workers don’t notice this on most days. Perhaps only on Anzac Day.
People are likely to take notice of this place these days, since the terrible events of last December. It’s nice to see that it’s full once again.
A brief glimpse of an autumn evening (pre-daylight-savings) in Surry Hills on film.
Outside of Central Station everyone was enjoying a warm evening out, probably one of the last before winter.
Scooters abound in the side streets – this one is distinctly Italian themed.
Clouds on a moonlit night made for some interesting light effects.
I walked out my front door yesterday evening and was greeted by this.
And then turned around to see this.
I love autumn light.
The pebble beach was very picturesque. It reminded me a lot of the beaches we found in England.
I like that there was plenty of colour variations…
And so many different shapes. The weather is a wonderful artist.
Earlier this week I tagged along with Hubby on a field trip down to the South Coast town of Mollymook. More specifically to a little-known cove, Jones’s Beach, on the north side of Bannister Head. Hubby came with his student to collect some basalt rocks for further analysis.
I came to enjoy the view. It’s like a place that time forgot.
There was a pebble beach, weeds, and lots of gum trees towering over the water.
What a little gem.
In Sydney, traditional pub interiors are rapidly disappearing, so it’s good to see this specimen in Surry Hills.
Static and Silence 