St James Station

Love underground train station vibes 🙂

Morning Train

Still part of the early morning series.

I just happened to be up really early that day. At the station, I realised – how often am I going to get the chance to be at an almost-empty train station?

Familiar Things II

Somethings I tend to take for granted – the convenience within the inconvenience, the presence of a system, the reliability of a country.

Some beauty I tend to miss – in the form of clean lines, perspective, colors, symmetry and mechanical wonders.

 

Girl on Train

Just… That Moment. Of simply Being.

Scenic World

Thanks to some friends who got me a voucher before I left, I was able to experience the Blue Mountains in a unique way (which the next few posts will be dedicated to).
In case you can’t tell from the pictures, I was quite excited to be given the chance to be a true blue tourist for those few days. 

First stop – Scenic World.

VERY STEEP train ride down into the valley, Cable Car up, and forest walk (which I avoided because of the creatures buzzing around my ears, triggering my fight or flight instincts which was no fun at all).   

Within the area of mountain in Scenic World, there were also monuments to remember the area’s history in the mining industry. Some of them were pretty creepy and depressing. 

I wonder if more effort could have been made to remember the aboriginal tribes who lived here way before the miners came. The only time they were mentioned was when the cable car operator gave us a brief historical background, and they were only mentioned in a sentence. 

 

It was an exceptionally hot day, so hot that bush fires started in the lower Blue Mountains. The trains had to be stopped, and we had to take a bus the rest of the way down. It was a chaotic, harrowing experience, but I’m sure it doesn’t compare to the people whose house and lives were threatened, and the firemen who fought the fires with their lives on the line. 

Apple on Train

Probably someone on their way home from getting the new iphone.

FairyTale

For a moment, I imagined him to be a character stepped out from the pages of a fairy tale.

A whimsical wizard, the all-knowing magician, or perhaps a wise old prophet.

Just because I saw the back of his long, braided grey hair.

Imagination is a wonderful thing.