This is Sydney: Jacarandas

Sydney is different things to different people. My Sydney is narrow and visual. It is a compilation of images, an accumulation of moments in time where I stop, take notice, and conclude, yes, this is Sydney.

Sydney is purple petals against tile roofs of baked, red clay. It’s a city of indestructible dirty brick homes, small and stifling with tiny windows, but kept cooler by the shade of Jacarandas in bloom. Sydney is a paradox. It looks dry and parched in all its color.

This is Sydney.

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And this is Sydney.

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And this is Sydney.

And this is Sydney.

Jacarandas everywhere you look. They’re uninspiring trees for most of the year, but they quite suddenly demand your attention one day in spring.

That means summer is coming…

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