What? A rotting fence; a man hole cover (ever used? unlikely…); pidgeon poo at the entrance to a park.
Why? Because I look at these things; my eyes are drawn to them … since I was a child. Because I find them beautiful in their entropy, their brokeness, and the accidental patterns they make. Because if I don’t photograph them now, someone will tear them down, clean them up, take them away…
And becuase they give me a sense of place, this is my Sydney … it takes time for your eyes to pick out these details, you don’t see them as a visitor, in a hurry: so if you’re not from here, I thought you might enjoy …
Where? Back streets of Ultimo, NSW; along City Road, between Newtown and Broadway, N.S.W.
When? I’m thinking an ongoing series … stay tuned
