I had been busy writing about local Aboriginal history but I noticed it was getting late and I wanted to go see the visiting US aircraft carrier before my haircut appointment. As I walked up William Street and down Victoria mother nature decided to show me who is the best artist in existence. Always our pale interpretive efforts are just relections of a larger beauty that is the natural world in all its glory. Sure, some man made things can be beautiful, just look at that row of buildings across downtown Sydney. But mother nature is able to wrap it all in gorgeous mauves and salmony pinks and then throw the palette across the sky. All while changing every detail in the twinkling of an eye. Every day I am in awe of the beauty that I see. This is my small impression.