A solitary sculler comes into the UTS rowing sheds after a dawn training session.
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Two more sculls coming in to the sheds. Amazingly, I actually stopped to take these photos. I must be getting old and slack.
A relaxed rider heads into the city. Mudguards. Kick stand. Thongs (flip-flops for you yanks). A breezy attitude to cycling. Not in any particular hurry to be anywhere in particular.
I was so taken by the surreal light on the buildings that I just had to crop them into their own photo. Almost like something out of a sci-fi movie.
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