Every morning on my walk around Sydney this week the same sights keep catching my eyes. It’s not all bin chickens and free-range bikes. I can’t imagine I’d ever find it boring.
Every morning on my walk around Sydney this week the same sights keep catching my eyes. It’s not all bin chickens and free-range bikes. I can’t imagine I’d ever find it boring.
A whimsical addition just outside the entrance to the building where our meetings are taking place this week is this shrubbery. The only thing that it might need would be a second shrubbery, placed beside the first shrubbery, only slightly higher so you get the two-level effect with a little path running down the middle.
Saw this book in a remainder bookstore today. Though I think it was meant to be whimsical, my first thought was “I’m not an alcoholic and I’m still alive, so I think the answer is no.” Probably a bit blacker than the book had in mind but there you go. (I also own a pair …
This year the free-range bikes in Sydney have turned orange. (One seemed to be yellow, maybe it faded) The ones from previous years are gone. There were a few green ones with some sort of solar battery around. I don’t know if they are the next step in the evolution or not.