This is an almost daily view while waiting for the bus to work. This snapshot of the Parramatta Road is typical. 19th and 20th century buildings vying for attention.
At ground level shopfronts have been modernised while the floors above are often dishevelled, victims of neglect.
This section on the Petersham side of the street would at one time have been a bustling microcosm of commerce. There would have been pubs, restaurants and shops. All within walking distance from home.
Today, food courts, shopping centres and chic waterfront bars draw the motor bourne passengers. Vehicles drive by, oblivious to what once was.
As the juggernaut that is the West Connex rides rough shod through communities, I wonder how much longer this living memory will exist.
A reminder that our false sense of importance is temporary. I’ve envied my husband because the buildings he designs will outlast us. But my absolute favorite was a four story gold glass building set so it reflected the flowering trees around it and having a four story central atrium with trees, flowers and a fountain. The offices around the atrium had folding shuttered windows looking out onto it and the outside office walls were glass looking out at nature’s beauty. A couple of months ago we were in Nashville in that area and discovered that the building and the whole surrounding block had been bulldozed for high rises. I wept for him and for the impermanence of our lives.
Even Australia has sprawl? who knew.