Sydneysiders, for at least some juicy part of their lives, are bored in the suburbs. This article, not to mention this whole blog, is probably proof of that (I really do hope this blog offers some sort of proof; to think that it all could have been done in vain!)
But it’s interesting (and also slightly creepy of me and of gardens) to see how the front yards of some houses express so much about who yo is.
the gravel drive, Wahroonga
fruit trees under nets, Chatswood
‘quand il me prend dans ses bras …’ Chatswood
the lady with one hundred birds, Chatswood West
‘Palazzo Willoughby’, Willoughby