Pomp and circumstance

Sydney Town Hall looking glorious in the evening light. I went for a long walk to catch a blip, watched the swallows flying on the soccer fields, enjoyed the warm and pleasant evening - and failed to get a decent shot of anything. A quick dash into town to pick someone up - and ‘voila’! There was a busker playing his keyboard on the steps. It looked a long, lonely night for him. It takes some guts to be ok with being ignored night after night, that’s for sure.