A couple of my fellow PADers seem to fly thousands upon thousands of kilometres on business trips, popping up here there and everywhere around their country and other countries. And as a result, having a limitless supply of ever changing vistas to shoot.

Whaddo I got? Illawarra, Pyrmont, Illawarra, Pyrmont. And since it's usually dark when I leave the former and dark or soon to be when I get home, and since the best light of either end of the day usually sees me contained inside a metal tube rattling up and down a rail line (up and down, up and down) that leaves Pyrmont. In the harsh, glary midday sun. 5 PADs out of 7, week in, week out.

So today I had to go for the annual routine blood tests. After giving the nurse a plausible explanation of why the blood sample was green ("Ummm, I eat a lot of broccolini. A LOT of broccolini. And I had an apple pie last night, made from Granny Smiths. Oh, and some mint icecream with it") I went off to the bus stop to find that I had missed the bus by 5 minutes. So I decided to wander down to Circular Quay, where the bus route starts. I used to pass through there almost every workday when I lived in Sydney, and rarely since I moved.

At least it's not bloody Pyrmont for once, I thought.

Originally I was just shooting a streetscape right down Alfred Street's summer tree canopy. Then this woman plonked herself down in frame so I thought of making her something of an anchor. The problem here is that the shot is now neither Arthur or Martha; it's not a true streetscape and it's not a true candid portrait. This is what happens when there's 3 minutes until the bus is due and you don't have time to think through the shot. But on the other hand, there are other shots that I way overthink. A happy medium needs to be found.

Somewhere other than Pyrmont at midday, preferably.

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