My obsession with urban views was born in my first New York City apartment where I had the view of a brick wall. It was the greatest thing I’d ever seen. Since then, I’m as easily dazzled by a metropolitan view as a six-month-old is by a dangling set of keys. So shiny! After so many years in New York with varying urban views-mostly of the insides of other people’s apartments-I forgot about the sky and nature in general really. This is not possible in Australia. The majority of its views are a not so gentle reminder of nature’s awesomeness.
From our Sydney Perch—>various sunsets over the Blue Mountains
—>and moon rises
—>and this guy who scared the ever loving H. E. double hockey sticks out of us every month when he’d come to clean the windows.
From our Brisbane perch—>storm’s a brewin’
—> moon’s a risin’
and from our porch in Byron Bay—>under dark blue twilight bats are flyin’
(best to watch full screen)