Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 2 December 2018
One of my routine evening walks involves a circuit of the area down by the Finger Wharf at Woolloomooloo. At the moment it’s especially nice because summer has brought out the jasmine. There is a great hedge of it running down one side of the McElhone Stairs at the end of Victoria Street and it’s a heavy summery scent which is just beautiful.
There is a always a set of sculptures on display along the boardwalk adjacent to the Finger Wharf. According to the labels next to them they come from a commercial “art bank”. The display changes every six months or so. There is one new I like especially. It reminds me of the symetry in a shell or the inside of a flower.
Then sometimes, just when you are minding your own business on your evening walk, a huge floating resort rounds the point in front of you and cruises down the harbour, towering over everything.
I am including here a couple of selfies I found in my dropbox files that haven’t made it to the website before now.
xx MG
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 8 July 2018
I have a couple of favourite walks I do between commitments and just to unwind. Because I am so central in Potts Point I am spolit for choice. Yesterday I took two photographs: one of the forehore walk that I take down to the Opera House, and the other of a typical back street walk I do through Paddington.
Lots of tourists enjoying themselves! Even more of them I think, because it’s school holidays. I am regularly asked to take photos for visitors, not everyone has a selfie stick.
And a somewhat wintery vibe in my typical back street Paddington walk – which is generally quite a deserted walk save for the odd dog walking local.
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 9 June 2018
Sometimes I get the luxury of a little fireworks fatigue. I see a lot of fireworks from the balcony. There would not be a week that goes by without some fireworks near the City. So would it be possible to have anticpatory Vivid fatigue? I don’t even get to see much Vivid detail – the projections onto the Opera House are on to the West facing sails. But I do see some of the sky lit up by the Vivid festival lights, and then there is the Bridge which gets heavy neon treatment, such as this aqua tone for example:
And this year, trying to avoid being a bit grouchy about the ever present bread and circuses feel of the Vivid festival, I took myself off to see some of the sights including a visit to Luna Park at Milson’s Point, where the ferris wheel was looking exceptionally pretty.
And visiting Luna Park reminded me of the short time I worked there – a while ago now – an impoverished student bravely manning the fairy floss cart in my little french navy uniform in all weather. I didn’t do that job for long, but long enough to remember being reprimanded by management for wearing glasses (it was pre laser surgery so I was stilling wearing bookish specs), and for being too generous with the serves!
Your glamorous aunt
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 29 April 2018
I made my way down to the Harbour yesterday to confirm the best theory for the Bridge problem – which is that it all depends on the angle at which you are looking at the Bridge… no need to be concerned that some working party for Bridge Climb has re-engineered things to suit themselves!
So here is the photo I took which confirms the best theory – for which a number of people have to take the prize.
I took this photo at the Opera House and got a bit distracted by the way the great stone ends of the bridge do not actually connect to the structure. Although I have long forgotten where I read this, my understanding is that the stone structures were never part of the original design. They were added on after an objection was raised that the Bridge-using public would be too uncomfortable seeing the bare steel structure without some “grounding” monolithic book ends attached. So back in the day the Bridge’s engineering was regarded as too radical for the average punter. My only lament is that the ends aren’t clad with Sydney sandstone instead of a grey granite.
But on this subject curiously I have heard a similar story about perceptions of the Anzac Bridge. For many years the suspension cables of the Bridge were adorned by some diagonally attached wires which had apparently had been added to the structure to “reassure” Bridge users that the cables were not unstable or too light. The underwires were totally unnecessary, just put there for “effect”.
I have not much else to report this week, save I have bought a small piece of scaffolding (with adjustable legs for working on slopes) and did a special trip to ferry this new prize down to the country. Once it is in action on the little construction project there I will report back with a photo.
So the only other photo for this week is a picture of the suspenders on my new lingerie – which the label describes as “Ruby” coloured. One way to welcome in the Autumn.
Your glamorous aunt
xx MG
PS a picture of a more golden and grey Autumn from the balcony:
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 22 April 2018
Well the consensus seems to be that the curious cross over feature at the arch of the Bridge is just a product of the angle of the photograph. I am posting here some supplementary photographs of the Bridge because there were a few requests. These photos come from dated posts on made on the web.
This following photograph was taken on the 80th anniversary of the Bridge in March 2012:
The struts at the top of the arch definitely don’t look the same do they? The cross bar set up at the centre of the arch is reminiscent of an old timber railway bridge in country New South Wales – not an uninterrupted series of diagonal supports characteristic of the Harbour Bridge.
Maybe your glamorous aunt needs to go on an expedition down to the Bridge and stand under the relevant part of the arch to record what it shows directly…
Your glamorous aunt
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 14 April 2018
I have devised a competition which is based on something that genuinely puzzles me.
This is an older photograph of the Sydney Harbour Bridge which I found on the internet (I don’t know when the photograph was taken):
This is a photograph of the Bridge that I took this evening from the balcony:
If you can see the difference you get to play in the competition.
If you can explain to me how and why this happened – you win!
I am still thinking about what the prize should be…
from your glamorous aunt
MG xx
and this week’s selfie:
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Sunday 28 January 2018
The view from the balcony on Australia Day was good, with so many boats on the harbour and a deafening jet flyover. There was also an entertaining morning with a pair of butcherbirds who were play chasing each other about in the big plane trees on Victoria Street (which you can see in the photo), and their constant melodic calling was very pleasant to hear. There was a time when these birds were rare in the inner city and it is so nice they are back in good numbers.
On the whole it was a quiet week though and most of what I have to report in this Letter is housekeeping.
Yours at home
MG xx
Plus PS, I forgot to include my picture in spectacles which I posted on Twitter – still a bit sunburnt from the scuba diving (which even burnt my lips with all the reflected light off the water as we bobbed around on the surface getting instructions from the instructors).
It’s a different look and its pretty much me at home when you are not there 🙂
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Friday 27 October 2017
So my experiences in recent travels to Canberra were a little mixed and it’s worth my while taking time out to say something on this. I had a new client in Canberra very annoyed that I had to postpone our meeting for health reasons. His response was to tell me he would blacken my name on whatever escort related forum he was involved in. This, despite my having offered to massively discount my fee for the next meeting to make up for the inconvenience of the postponement. (This offer was accepted graciously by other postponed clients I might say.) So the point of my comments here is to tell you that I can only do this work if I am in the best health. I have had a lot of issues with health and well being over the last period of time. So it has not always been easy to balance work and health. This work is not like a lot of other work, it is much more personal and much more demanding. Fortunately the people I see are OK with this, and I appreciate that. If you can’t see this then I am not the right person for you.
Back to less taxing matters: I did a short excursion to another beautiful beach on the eastern suburbs shore line. This time to Parsley Bay in Vaucluse. There are old family photos showing I was brought here as an infant but I have no recollection. The only thing I recall as a child, is the netted harbour pool at Redleaf Woollahra, a few inlets over from Parsley Bay. It was a very scary thing to be taken, as a very small person, to the inky deep end of the harbour pool netted off from the _sharks_ – one cannot quite forget the horror of it!
Here is Parsley Bay, with its footbridge, looking dazzling when I visited:
And this image goes some way to showing that lovely emerald green the harbour goes. The shadows have a violet touch when they fall on the green:
And here was also a very senior looking water dragon basking on the sandstone:
It’s a lovely series of sunny photos to post – especially as today is so grey and rainy by contrast.
yours ever,
MG xx
Letters from America
These letters are my glamorous aunt’s posts on her adventures and her life and times as a
♦ mature Sydney escort ♦
Saturday 8 July 2017
It’s a another beautiful morning, pale blue sky no cloud, and here I am tapping away before heading off to the gym. I want to post some selfies that I took yesterday (and posted twitter) to make up, in part at least, for the recent photo drought.
These are all taken at Rushcutter’s Bay down by the water with the CYCA yachts behind. Most photos taken down there get a sun flash in them. Maybe it’s caused by the steep angle at which the sun shines at some times during the day over the nearby point of Elizabeth Bay.
MG xx
There is such a lot of vitality in the Chinese New Year celebrations – they go on for a couple of weeks. The end of the lunar year falls this weekend February 11th and 12th I understand. So we have now started into the Year of the Rooster in the element of fire, which sounds a bit dramatic and exciting. The people who are informed about all things Chinese culture say the auspicious year ahead heralds enterprise, fruitfulness, achieving results and realising dreams. Well I like the sound of that – given the building endeavours in the country I will be pressing on with this year.
I didn’t see much of the celebrations themselves this year. However, I did see the red lights decorating the Harbour Bridge and Opera House. Here is a photo from the balcony in Potts Point.
Wishing all of you a Year of the Rooster – in the element of fire ! – that is filled with adventure and reward xxx
Ed: A late amendment needs to be made here to include the Goth Rooster in celebrations, a sensationally shiny black soul. What do you think of this guy? 🙂
yours MG xxx