I walk the same route to the train station each Monday to Friday morning, and sometimes on weekends. Enroute there’s a typical inner-west house on the corner of Bray & Concord Streets which has a nice garden, a white cat, a yellow canary and residents who appear correspondingly typical. This is their fence, as it was when I first walked past in August 2011, and now. Courtesy of the weather, seasons and street artists, every day is a new day.
“living in the wild wild west
the wild wild west…”
time travel back to the Wild Wild West c. 1988 with The Escape Club