With the sunset in my eyes

Thursday: Just off the Sydney Road tram, a short walk from Blyth and a left turn, and the Hope St Bus Line timetable says the service only goes to 7pm on weekdays.

I decide to walk home down Hope Street. The sun's low and has that wonderful last hurrah glow about it. Sky's really blue, really clear. 


Earplugs have been sending me this:

1. Heaven Can Wait, Charlotte Gainsbourg 
2. Pick Up the Phone, Dragonette 
3. We Walk, The Ting Tings 
4. It’s Good To Be In Love, Frou Frou 
5. Here Comes Your Man, Meaghan Smith 
6. Oh My, Gin Wigmore 
7. Vagabond, Wolfmother 
8. Astral Weeks, Secret Machines 
9. Waitin’ for a Superman, The Flaming Lips 
10. Sweet Disposition, The Temper Trap 
11. 3 Rounds and a Sound (Live), Blind Pilot 
12. Vingt à Trente Mille Jours, Françoiz Breut 
13. Love Her for That, Teddy Thompson 
14. I Am Trying to Break Your Heart, Wilco 
15. 11:11, Rufus Wainwright 

The street's still light industrial in places, and residential for decent stretches. There’s graffiti at regular intervals, some of it crass or blah and some of it intentional and beautiful. I take photos of some of it, and interesting house numbers, a SOLD sign, a house with a tiled doorbell sign with a missing tile (something-BELL, and something-HARD), and other things.

It takes 25 minutes to walk from Sydney Road home, what with all the stopping to take photos. Life's good.