I have a thing for bandstands. As I child I remember the difference in sound as I climbed the steps and entered these magical structures. The cold metal columns soaring up to an impossibly high ceiling were a place to play statues. They served as the starting and finishing posts in creating invisible crisscrossing patterns on the floor. 

Today I see them as accessible follies. They are a welcome blot on a park landscape. A happy reminder of times gone by, seldom used for their original purpose. 

Coincidentally the Sydney Urban Farm is being constructed in the background of the picture. It is on the site of another folly in today’s faster paced world; Camperdown Bowling Club. 

Petersham Park bandstand 

Three steps to recovery

1. Guilt

I don’t take sick leave from work lightly. My conscience tells me that I shouldn’t let my team mates down. The weighing up of the severity of my ailment against the potential for poor performance and the risk of infecting others determines the likelihood of my being away from work due to illness. Even so, I feel guilty when I’m at home. 

2. Perspective

Being ill provides space for me to think as I don’t instantly fall into the ‘being at home’ routine. Thinking leads to creativity; yesterday I moved a knitting project forward after weeks of slumbering on the shelf next to my chair. Wanting to write is a sign of inner equilibrium and a step to recovery. 

3. Reconnect

During my short stint of incapacity the Autumn temperatures have been a warm 22 – 28oC during the day. Mornings have been in the teens, ideal for reconnecting with my love affair with cravats. When the weather turns cool I eagerly make use of a silk cravat and lambs-wool scarves I bought in Italy around thirty years ago. I wonder if the cravat reminds me of creative types portrayed in the media of my youth and my wish to be like them. 

Alas, tomorrow I fear I will be free from mind numbing medication and the malady that sent me to my bed. I shall return to the reality of of the everyday with a renewed aim to record my thoughts so that I can be more productive in my blogging. 

Reforming the world one burger at a time

Reading from a news headline, my husband let me know this morning that the Australian dollar is not looking good against other currencies. Apparently it is still worth going overseas to live like a king in Greece, Vietnam, India, Japan, and Indonesia. The article goes on to advise us that the cheapest maccers in the World is $1.56 in India; maybe a reason for me to stay in Australia especially as Vietnam has opened the door for MacDonalds to do its thing…….

Industrial tree-dweller

It is fortuitous that Apple let me know my bit of charge-free cloud was close to reaching its capacity. I came across this picture taken in 2012; an industrial site next to Sydney Park. I like the angled section and the solid shapes nestled amongst the trees.