It’s been five and a half years since we packed up and moved from the inner city of Sydney to a relatively quiet and far less happening beach town. I have some very fond memories of our ‘pre-kid’ life living in this vibrant, busy place. Every now and then I fantasise about selling up and moving back, though the thought of living in a shoebox sized apartment with two small kids normally snaps me back to reality. Last week we took an impromptu drive and on what was a beautiful Winter’s afternoon had a walk around the streets, past the terrace house where we used to live, exploring the local street art and a quick stop at the city park. It was exactly what I needed and I really enjoyed taking a few casual snaps along the way. I often think how much I love to shoot the quietly stunning beach-side places but the city has something incredible to offer too. The interesting textures, the colours, the way the shadows dance and fall from the harsh geometric structures that we have put in place. I love these images no less than those I’ve taken in idyllic natural settings. I guess beauty really is in the eye of the beholder.