The bricks and mortar of 26 Point St. Ours is one below the top on the right-hand side in the pic (north-west corner in real-life). Oh and that inconveniently intrusive crane is from the picturesque construction site right next door. Location, location, loc... will someone turn off that bloody powerdrill!
The view from the park at the foot of the building. This avoids having to construct an elaborate di Vinci mirror system on the balcony to take advantage of what real estate agents euphemistically call "harbour glimpses".
Enjoy this while you can. Apparently Toyota is suing Jetstar for stealing what their lawyers term the "exclusive, copyrighted Toyota Oh What a Feeling jumping action" for their holiday ads. I kid you not. Given the expansive readership base of this blog, I'm already briefing my legal team for the battle ahead.
Pyrmont Point park, 2 minutes down the road. Spectacular views and a brand new park. Nice to see the tax dollar going to something other then carting big George W around in air conditioned, bulletproof comfort.
The use of diagonal elements adds a contemporary edginess to this award-winning photographer's composition, as he seeks to capture the dynamism of inner-city living. That's Rock trying out for a job writing real estate ads.
Jones Bay Wharf is just down the hill, but this is as close as Rock is going to get to the sleek cruisers moored there. Apparently some of the berths are worth more than his new digs.
Looking back towards our building. See that really nice building right in the middle of the shot... that's not it. See that quite nice one just to the left of the middle... no that's not it either. See that brick building hiding almost off frame under that aforementioned crane... that's home sweet home.
The newly renovated waterfront. Check out that cool tidal powered sculpture in the background. But don't let Johnny H see - he's not big on alternative fuels. Meanwhile the forward-thinking designers put a convenient life-saver on the railing for when the inevitable idiot decides to clamber up on the piers...
The maritime theme continues with this ode to the old whaling days. Here Rock struggles vainly to complete the Vitruvian Man pose, mercifully falling short well before he takes it to the next step and goes sans garments (and comes up even shorter perhaps?)
The next stop in the nice-buildings-Rock-can't afford tour. This is Jackson's landing, just around the corner from Point Street.
Carrying on the tour, the last stop is on the other side of Pyrmont peninsula where the mighty Anzac bridge marks the start of the real inner West. Meanwhile in the background another load of brand new Corollas arrives for Rock to dent...
