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Well the city is of course all about movement and the street.  So here's a week of what I saw.


  1. Beautiful trees - they provide a perfect backdrop to that scene.
    A lovely photo, lots of movement. I like it in black and white :D)

  2. And light and shade. You have it all in this photo.

  3. It was the trees that surprised me in this photo. I don't usually think of trees when I picture Martin Place in my mind's eye.

    And of course, businessmen striding about is pretty much how it is in city.

  4. I love street photography but it isn't easy or should I say comfortable

    1. I just snap away regardless in the big city. I find it less comfortable in the mountains.

  5. They are getting bigger, those saplings. That would be the Reserve Bank, I guess.

    1. Yes Reserve Bank. I hadn't noticed the trees until I took this shot.


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