Instead of burying my head in a magazine, or having music plugged into my ears, I tend to prefer to just browse the scenery through the window (with the constant of mobiles ringing in various tones, and differing conversations in the background). I'm worlds away though, one minute looking at rows of early-suburban Sydney homes, and another, something entirely different.
This service wasn't an x-press with only three stops, so there was time perhaps when the train slowed down to pick up a photo along the Hawkesbury River somewhere near Brooklyn, about halfway into the journey. You know how those windows are often graffiti-etched/shame, but I managed to eye-ball a section that I would be able to lift my camera to, if the opportunity presented itself, and with zoom to stretch across that river.
Along the edges of the Hawkesbury are a spattering of old cottages like this one. Just imagine living there with such a peacful lifestyle, and the salty-oyster-leased river lapping at your doorstep. I think of all the bird-photo opportunities!
Sharing with Murrieta 365 for:
and also, Scenic Sunday