There’s a white elephant of a pedestrian & cycle bridge at Sydney’s Moore Park. I’m one of the few who access it, and only to abstract it.

Clear, yes. Cool, indeed. Wetsuits on the surfers off Maroubra Beach waiting a decent wave. Dawn and dusk is not when you’ll find me burlying the water. A Sydney autumn morning scene.

All tracks lead to Central. 169 stations have Sydney’s Central Station as their destination. I find the concept quite romantic, the reality during the busy hours might feel different.

Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Darlinghurst was consecrated in 1852, it holds the distinction of being the first Catholic church and parish established in Sydney's eastern suburbs.

Enough of the big picture stuff, let’s look at the detail. Sydney has been damp these past weeks, and a wooden garden chair in my backyard has become a nursery. Where the armrest meets the upright, a tiny forest of mushrooms has emerged, only a mm or two in height.

Don’t be fooled by this perfect dawn scene at Sydney’s Clovelly Beach, the word is the sky will darken soon and up to 9mm of rain throughout the day.

Another damp day for Sydney. This is the normally busy corner of Crown and Devonshire Streets, but if you come early enough in the day, it might be just you and me.

The forecasters said stay in bed, showers. The sleep doctor said rise and shine. The weather gods said it’s time for a Sydney autumn dawn delight. Botany Bay on a rather balmy start.

A Sydney morning of many weathers: a warmer start; pleasant breeze; cloud cover; temperature drop and cold drizzle filled winds; clouds parting; sunshine now. Grey and then colourful, hello from Bondi.

A door added post signage, Esther Lane, Surry Hills, Sydney.

The glistening asphalt from a damp early morning highlights the delight of Devonshire Street in Sydney’s Surry Hills.

Known as Gurrajin for millennia, known as Elizabeth Bay for the last while, with the average price for an apartment in the $900,000s, welcome to a delightful part of Sydney Harbour. Some smoke haze this morning and the corner has been turned towards winter.

Sydney ferries can be a bit pushy, case in point: The Manly Ferry photo bombs my clear cool dawn shot of the Opera House.

On a cool clear early Sydney morning, under stars, and under the ANZAC Bridge, I look up.

I’ve given in to the unstoppable, the cold of winter has put its icy fingers into the start of Sydney days and into my old body. This calm, cool scene is Rushcutters Bay.

Hiding in plain sight. I love dawn light, it often delivers unexpected hues and is both unpredictable and uncontrollable.

Another beautiful sunrise, but rather than look to the horizon, I peered down into the inky depths of Sydney Harbour and delighted at the play of bright sunlight orange and yellow battling the dark waters.

Woolooware Bay sits on the southern edge of Sydney’s Botany Bay, and on a relatively balmy dawn, the pelican and I lived the calm.

War, fuel, left, right, immigration, electrification, climate, too many. Instead the sun rises and fills me with hope for at least this Sydney day.

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At the heel of Lavender Bay, on the north side of Sydney Harbour, metres away from Wendy’s secret garden, is an old goods line. Perfectly spooky.

I don’t want to jinx it, but Sydney’s autumn has been (as a local would say), beaut. Just south of Bondi Beach is Squid Bay, and while there was early mist about, looking across the Tasman Sea at dawn, it was clear as a bell.

This charming alley is Little Bourke Street in Sydney’s Surry Hills. Named after an Irish born British Army Officer, Sir Richard Bourke (1777-1855). As Governor of NSW, he was popular with colonists as was a progressive leader and improved the judicial system.

The view from Barangaroo Reserve on a crisp dawn shows Sydney Harbour delights. The sandstone foreshore blocks hewn from the park metres away, the old wharves of Walsh Bay and of course, the coathanger.

Fitzroy Place in Sydney’s Surry Hills is exhausting.

Down by the harbour for a brilliant autumn Sydney dawn. Sunrise is moments away and the day is already full of hope.

A morning stroll in Sydney’s Centennial Park, Ruby is good at camouflage.

Early peak hour on Sydney’s ANZAC Bridge. Looking east we have tails lights going into the city, and one bicycle tail light on the left.

Early in the morning, I look across Rushcutters Bay to a building at the Garden Island Navy Base on Sydney Harbour. I searched an online map to see what the building is called, but no listing. Unsurprising as it is no doubt a security issue.

While Australia hopes for a fast train like Japan’s Shinkansen or China’s CRH, a 15” exposure in the early hours in Sydney’s Inner West makes us (at least) look competitive for a flash moment.

Another wet and cool Sydney early morning. This end terrace on Olivia Lane in Surry Hills is one of ten sold on a single title. They are being fully renovated as job lit, when they hit the market, they’ll be going for a bomb. I wonder if the light rail that passes the rear will hurt the price?

Halo is a wind powered kinetic sculpture designed by Turpin + Crawford Studio. It’s in the made up area of Sydney called Central Park, on a very chilly and still early morning, no movement was detected. The piece was inspired by the old Kent Brewery vat support found on site.

I would like to think it was named after a pink, crisp and clear dawn, but Rose Bay in Sydney was named after the Right Honourable George Rose (1744–1818), a British politician, Treasury official, and friend to Governor Arthur Phillip. The sparkling bit it the harbour ferry wharf.

This is a bridge over the Cooks River at Tempe on a rather cool and clear pre dawn autumn morning. Sometimes Sydney names things in an interesting way, sometimes names are a little too obvious. This bridge has two names, the Tempe Bridge or the Cooks River Bridge at Tempe.

I worked in Ultimo for 25yrs, but I never got a handle on it like other older Sydney suburbs. It’s a mishmash of business, old warehouses, old industrial buildings and modern and past housing. Nearby Glebe has a community vibe, but I didn’t feel it here, but I was in a corporate HQ.

The Sydney Harbour Bridge was opened in 1932 and had beautiful period lighting, when I was a kid the the 60s, they replaced those light with strip flourishes. Ugly lights and effect. In 2019 those were replaced with LED replicas of the original design.

97 years ago, the Bondi Beach lifesavers opened the Icebergs Club and pool for winter training and fitness. In the 1940s they bought in the 15B rule, it states that you have to swim 3 out of 4 Sundays a month for 5 years to get a lifetime membership. Now it’s a Sydney icon.

Some say it’s the smell of stale urine, other claim it’s the coloured cellophane the locals put over the fluorescent lights, for me it’s the package of heavy rail overhead, bleak urban infrastructure and threat of the dark surrounds. What attracts you to this pedestrian tunnel?

I’m in the bush this morning! Well not quite. The is the top of a hill called Mount Steel and on the other side of the gum trees is the Moore Park Golf Course driving range. At my back is the Sydney City skyline. A crisp dawn ahead of another warm autumn day.

The Coat Hanger, a Sydney icon. Silhouetted against a cool autumn dawn. No politics, no trolls… just a feeling of timeless serenity.

Sydney’s Overseas Passenger Terminal at Circular Quay was opened in 1960, built to handle the surge in migration and tourism. It now receives cruise ships and houses bars and restaurants, and offers some nice angles.

A grey start at Sydney’s Manly Beach, and while this looks typical for autumn, later today it will be atypical as the forecast is to get to 33.

A ten second exposure flattened the waves and gave the clouds an eerie look. I’m at the southern end of Bondi Beach to take in the classic colours of a Sydney autumn dawn.

Sophia Lane is in my top three old dog leg lanes. And it has the added advantage of being in Sydney’s Surry Hills, so it conjures images of the razor gangs from a century ago.

Sydney’s Waverley Cemetery was established in 1877, often cited as one of the most beautiful in the world. Some famous are buried here, and on a cool morning, all the gravestones turn to greet the new day.

A perfect Sydney autumn dawn. I’m in Barangaroo Reserve looking over the Walsh Bay warehouses and on to the Harbour Bridge. Serenity and solitude.

Daylight saving finished overnight for participating states and territory in Australia, but this little bunny’s body clock went off at stupid o’clock. This is Sydney’s Clovelly Beach on an early morning under brooding skies.

Back to a wet Sydney early morning. The bakery is not open yet, but the baker opens the door to let a cooling breeze in. They’ll put empty bread trays on the doorstep soon to let people know is too early for a loaf.

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Clear as a bell looking across Rozelle Bay at dawn to the skyline of Sydney City. Word is showers, but it’s a lovely day so far.