My Home Town

I love living in the inner suburbs of Melbourne. When I go to work, it is an easy walk into the CBD. It is almost meditative. Such a great way to start the day.

Some days, during my time off, I take my camera and leave the house. Chubby doesn’t always understand when I leave him at home. He runs to the front door and never takes his eyes off me as I close the door. Now that is disappointment.

I love it being a tram city, no matter where I walk to, I can always catch a tram home, if need be, if I walk my feet off my ankles.

I love that it is a black city. I fit right in with my dressing style. And it never goes out of fashion.

I love it that it is the home of coffee. I can always stop at a coffee bar and get a pick me up.

I love the parks and gardens to stop in after walking, or to walk through, you know, to keep going.

I love the beauty of the architecture, the best example of a Victorian city outside of London, of course, that was before they let the property developers demolish half of it, still there is enough left to photograph.