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On this occasion I was like this fellow, sat outside on a park bench enjoying the sunshine and warmth instead of going inside.   These are the steps to the Mitchell Library, I will take you there another day.

@State Library of NSW, Sydney

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  1. I like going into the exhibition space every now and then. It's a lot more relaxing and quieter than other museums.

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    1. Yes it is a nice space. They are currently showing an exhibition on a Rock and Roll photographer and since Rock and Roll has never really been my thing I didn't spend much time on it.

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  2. Interesting. I really like the man with his modern technology against the period architecture. Beautiful lighting, too.

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    1. Ah the light .... that is what grabs me about this photo.

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  3. A good piece of street photography.

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