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•	Archerfield Qld Sharon Novak - January 2021: A workmate and I have recently started walking around the local streets of where we work.  It is mostly industrial but, as we drive in and out, we don’t notice a lot of details about the route. We only notice the group of shops at the top of the road, the regional airport and you may notice the details on the house on the corner as you sit at the lights.  You notice that they have attempted to fix the fence from this time last year when it was falling down.  You notice they may have not hired a professional to do the job. •	The further we walked from our building, the more industrial the space became.  While it is an older suburb, there is a blend of very old and slightly less old buildings but nothing that could be considered modern.  We walk around 1pm so the lunch crowd has gone back inside.  There are very few people on the streets.  This is an area of purpose not leisure. It is very quiet and then a giant truck will rattle by, breaking the silence for a moment and then it returns. The buildings are designed around industry.  Large warehouses give large trucks the opportunity to come in one street and leave by another without the inconvenience of having to turn around. •	I notice that if we turn left as we leave our building the area becomes more industrial but if we turn right and head towards the main traffic areas, domestic houses are introduced.  There is a regional airport that takes up a lot of space on the left side of the road and the house line the right.  They are old weatherboard houses.  Occasionally you can see someone has spent the time and money to dress up their older home.  Some are successful.  Others less so.  There is also a sprinkling of new brick duplex structures dotted amongst the weatherboards and they look very out of place.•	As you keep walking past these houses, you head towards a local strip of shops.  There is a barber, a Halal butcher, an Arabic Grocery store, a doctor’s office and a place to have beauty treatments.  It is an eclectic mix of shops, but it reflects the demographic of the people that live there.  Not the people, such as myself, that only drive past on their way to work and who do not have time to pop in and shop. As I drive into work of a morning, there is an eclectic mix of cultures walking their primary school children to the local school.  Of an afternoon as I drive by there are more adults walking to and from the shops and the local sports club that is beyond where I am walking.  But during the day when I go for my walk, there is no one on the streets where I walk. I suppose they are all inside working. It is only a matter of 200 metres but the difference in what you see where and when in this area is dramatically different. •	When I drive in, I notice the big things but mostly I am noticing the other vehicles.  It is an industrial space and large vehicles hurtle down small streets, sometimes faster than they should. When you are not in your car but walking on the footpath, or in some cases the verge because there is no footpath, you have the time to notice things you didn’t before. I can’t believe that I didn’t notice that the local mechanic had left a car on the street overnight and someone had set it alight.  I had burned to the ground and made a huge mess.  But I didn’t notice.  I had driven this road over a hundred times before and I was approaching my last turn left before work.  I didn’t notice.•	Walking around I noticed that the mechanic has too many unfinished projects lining the streets include in front of our office.  They are taking our car parks and it is frustrating.  But I didn’t notice these cars before with their lack of number plates and missing bumpers.  I just drove right past them.  If I had been younger, I might have assumed that these cars belonged to someone who needed it but I can see now that they are just clutter for a business with not enough space or consideration for others. I notice the renovations on other peoples houses because that is something I do too. Renovate.  I judge how successful they have been based on my own experience. I believe what we notice and how we interpret it, is heavily influenced by our own experiences and culture. Another person taking the same walk may see things I do not see and not see the things that appear to obvious to me.  So we shall continue our flaneuring, to see what we have not seen and to continue our visual gaze instead of just the glance or glimpse we have given our paths before. 

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•	Archerfield Qld Sharon Novak - January 2021: A workmate and I have recently started walking around the local streets of where we work.  It is mostly industrial but, as we drive in and out, we don’t notice a lot of details about the route. We only notice the group of shops at the top of the road, the regional airport and you may notice the details on the house on the corner as you sit at the lights.  You notice that they have attempted to fix the fence from this time last year when it was falling down.  You notice they may have not hired a professional to do the job. •	The further we walked from our building, the more industrial the space became.  While it is an older suburb, there is a blend of very old and slightly less old buildings but nothing that could be considered modern.  We walk around 1pm so the lunch crowd has gone back inside.  There are very few people on the streets.  This is an area of purpose not leisure. It is very quiet and then a giant truck will rattle by, breaking the silence for a moment and then it returns. The buildings are designed around industry.  Large warehouses give large trucks the opportunity to come in one street and leave by another without the inconvenience of having to turn around. •	I notice that if we turn left as we leave our building the area becomes more industrial but if we turn right and head towards the main traffic areas, domestic houses are introduced.  There is a regional airport that takes up a lot of space on the left side of the road and the house line the right.  They are old weatherboard houses.  Occasionally you can see someone has spent the time and money to dress up their older home.  Some are successful.  Others less so.  There is also a sprinkling of new brick duplex structures dotted amongst the weatherboards and they look very out of place.•	As you keep walking past these houses, you head towards a local strip of shops.  There is a barber, a Halal butcher, an Arabic Grocery store, a doctor’s office and a place to have beauty treatments.  It is an eclectic mix of shops, but it reflects the demographic of the people that live there.  Not the people, such as myself, that only drive past on their way to work and who do not have time to pop in and shop. As I drive into work of a morning, there is an eclectic mix of cultures walking their primary school children to the local school.  Of an afternoon as I drive by there are more adults walking to and from the shops and the local sports club that is beyond where I am walking.  But during the day when I go for my walk, there is no one on the streets where I walk. I suppose they are all inside working. It is only a matter of 200 metres but the difference in what you see where and when in this area is dramatically different. •	When I drive in, I notice the big things but mostly I am noticing the other vehicles.  It is an industrial space and large vehicles hurtle down small streets, sometimes faster than they should. When you are not in your car but walking on the footpath, or in some cases the verge because there is no footpath, you have the time to notice things you didn’t before. I can’t believe that I didn’t notice that the local mechanic had left a car on the street overnight and someone had set it alight.  I had burned to the ground and made a huge mess.  But I didn’t notice.  I had driven this road over a hundred times before and I was approaching my last turn left before work.  I didn’t notice.•	Walking around I noticed that the mechanic has too many unfinished projects lining the streets include in front of our office.  They are taking our car parks and it is frustrating.  But I didn’t notice these cars before with their lack of number plates and missing bumpers.  I just drove right past them.  If I had been younger, I might have assumed that these cars belonged to someone who needed it but I can see now that they are just clutter for a business with not enough space or consideration for others. I notice the renovations on other peoples houses because that is something I do too. Renovate.  I judge how successful they have been based on my own experience. I believe what we notice and how we interpret it, is heavily influenced by our own experiences and culture. Another person taking the same walk may see things I do not see and not see the things that appear to obvious to me.  So we shall continue our flaneuring, to see what we have not seen and to continue our visual gaze instead of just the glance or glimpse we have given our paths before. 

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I am walking through a laneway linking the old and new parts of a suburb here in WA, Claremont. It has tried to retain the old world feel to it and not succumbed to the modern day style of shopping, you can see it how people stroll through. People are flicking through books,  quietly sitting and sharing a coffee. The ambience makes you want to slow down and absorb the atmosphere.  Rarely have I looked up but there are many working businesses upstairs with long standing leases. It feels like this laneway has a sense of permanency, and is secure and peaceful.

It is mid morning but not chosen but Mothers with young children, but more those that want to read, quietly chat and escape, most people are over 50.

The shops and buildings look well maintained and restored to look like they were here for more than a century.

It seems a place reserved for important meetings or gatheringsHow might ideas of power, gender, age and ethnicity be relevant to your analysis of that space?

What time of day is it? How does this influence the kinds of people you see?

What do people appear to be doing? Where do you think they are going?

How are people using that space?

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The buildings on Ocean St in Maroochydore are modern and very well maintained, as is conveyed by their sharp structures, fresh paintwork, sleek signage, and widespread stylish lighting. These buildings are occupied predominately by bar style eateries which have a somewhat hipster atmosphere. Most have minimalistic features such as exposed wood and plain dark surfaces, accompanied by bold murals and colourful accessories, creating youthfully artsy hangouts whilst maintaining a sense of adult sophistication. The similar eateries line a whole alley-type street on both sides, which has an atmosphere reflective of their style, thus even without dining the street feels like a cultured location. Through the centre is a one way road which directs traffic to the adjoining street slowly enough to allow admiration of businesses and maintain the chilled pace of the settings. This space is particularly appealing to young adults as a hangout place that facilitates a  public location to gather, modern/indie background music, good quality food, alcohol, and stylish aesthetics for groups wanting to drink and socialise. The food and beverages are highly priced due to their ‘quality’, which makes the occasion of dining seem closer to attending a fancy restaurant than a fast food business. Being able to afford dining here and with a group can be seen as empowering due to giving impressions of being on trend and living comfortably. This environment remains similar regardless of time of day, except for the additional coloured lights that are present during the night. During the day people often attend for lunch with work colleagues or friends, whilst at night people attend to socialise in a group and/or celebrate. People are mainly talking, laughing, and eating. There are also monthly night markets held down Ocean St, which attract extremely large crowds consisting of diverse ages and parties. In both cases, this space seems to be their target location, after which they may return to work, home, or their friends’ houses.

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Robertson is a small township that straddles the Illawarra Highway between Wollongong and Moss Vale. The highway that splits the town is both a blessing and a curse; blessing as it provided a constant flow of travellers some of which will stop to take refreshments or view town features; the curse is shared by many rural communities where vehicles form a near constant stream through the centre of town. This intrusion is less than it would be for towns on state highways, for instance, in the Blue Mountains; however, at certain times of the day and days of the week it can be an issue for the locals. The photos and stories below provide some insight to the progress and development in this rural setting. As I wander through the township in the middle of a weekday, I note that there are very few people wandering about the town compared to when I normally visit of an evening or weekend.
·       Robertson Doctor

These premises, like several buildings in Robertson, have been redeveloped in recent times. Over the last decade it has gradually undertaken a series of changes from little more than a few rooms built into what would have been commercial premises, to a facility with a fashionable and spacious reception area with consultancy rooms at the rear of the premises.

The owner-operator has, more recently, built extensions over the rear of the property so that it now incorporates a full suite of medical services including medical, pathology and podiatry services. The owner migrated from China and was a member of staff at a nearby university in their School of Medicine. The recent developments have enabled qualification of this practice as a teaching practice for students from that University.

·        The Robertson Old Cheese Factory

This building was built in an era in which surrounding properties included many dairies. It is located adjacent to the railway line that goes between Wollongong and Moss Vale and is likely to have been the means by which milk and products made in the factory were sent to the Illawarra coast settlements and to Sydney.

Today the building has been repurposed and supports a range of businesses including at one time or another a café, dairy, curios, clothing and other retail outlets. Like other retail facilities in Robertson the Old Cheese Factory appears to be struggling for relevance and in competition for many tourist focused eateries and retail outlets. Perhaps the first impression is blunted by the first photo which shows a rustic and rusting steel shed which is currently occupied as an artist’s studio.

·        The Robertson Railway Heritage Precinct

This precinct is an outstanding example of community. Prior to the formation of the Robertson Railway Heritage Society the land either side of the Railway was unkempt and unsightly. The Society has transformed this area by the creation of parkland called the Robertson Commons, planting of Waratah bushes on both sides of the Railway line and the establishment of a Reconciliation Garden. In October each year the Society operates a Spring Fair during which a steam engine driven train runs between Sydney and Moss Vale stopping at Robertson for a considerable time on both the outward and return journeys. At that time of year, the local Gardens hold open days, and the Waratahs are in full bloom. Following the fair volunteers from the Society work with Gundagurra elders to cut the white waratahs which are called Miwa Jawaian – walundagaring meaning “the white waratah protects all knowledge” these flowers are distributed amongst the local indigenous community as they have strong beliefs linking this flower with the lyrebird that is native to the area called Wiritjiribin – wingara o’marla meaning ‘the lyrebird remembers all knowledge’.

·        The Big Potato
Historically, Robertson had a thriving potato farming industry and some remnants remain in the nearby landscape. Following what appears to be a peculiarly Australian imperative and, in the model of other country towns seeking to differentiate their visitor offering, there exists in a park in the center of the township ‘The Big Potato’ which has a regular audience of tourists and travelers seeking to add this unique visitor experience to their photo journals.

Whilst this feature has within the town both supporters and detractors, most of the locals would concede that these types of ‘attraction’ are now considered to be somewhat ‘dated’ within the competition for visitor attention.

·         SHAC
Adjacent to the ‘Big Potato’ is a large shed which is in the process of being repurposed. The local history records that this was the packing shed for the locally grown potatoes that were bagged or otherwise packaged for sale according to the customer requirements. Over recent years the front section of this shed has held retail shops and a restaurant. Neither locals nor tourists seem particularly attracted to this centre. Recently it has had a makeover as the “Southern Highlands Artisans Collective (SHAC)”. The front awning banner advertising indicates the intended usage to be for “Art – Sculpture – Design – Gallery – Workshops – Cooking School – Multi Media”. This latest transformation is somewhat in keeping with the town’s identity of a quaint small town with some unremarkable history but in the focal point of a very desirable green-belt somewhat reminiscent of an English countryside. The tranquillity of the idyllic setting is only disrupted by the flow of traffic through the town centre.

Michael Meldrum

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As I determined to begin a new life away from place of dying I discovered Mount Gambier. After driving for days in the heat I steered my rig to the Valley Lake to cool off and rest. Diverse people were doing the same and I was interested in the variety of cultures I saw, this was a bonus for me. Two years on I take a pause and walk through where I normally drive. There is a couple, of African dissent, the woman has shopping wrapped in a white cloth balanced on her head as she strolls with her partner chatting. Teenagers lounge on the cave garden lawns under shady trees while others watch their antics with obvious concern. An elderly couple are taking photographs of the gardens and then wander into the coolness of a nearby hotel. The buildings are clean and pleasing to look at as I stroll along the street and I can feel myself relaxing more and more into the moment. Giving into the pull I head into the gallery and enjoy the space and the gifts there. All of a sudden the peace is disturbed by a stream of chatty tourists, their visit is swift and the place seems even more beautiful for them having passed through it. I walk out and turn a corner and find myself impaled by the sun, someone beside me murmurs desperately 'sunnies, where are my sunnies?' and I follow suit putting on mine so I can see in the glare. Further along the melting pavement I can hear people laughing and chatting and this sound plus the cool air pulls me into a historic old building for a cold cider. When I emerge the light has changed and I retrace my path to see the people, buildings and gardens all in the softer, colourful light of sunset. A busker is setting up for the evening and I drop in a gold coin before he begins and we both laugh. I can hear him chuckling as I walk on.

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Central Park shopping centre area in Sydney.

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Central Park shopping centre area in Sydney.

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The area itself was originally home to Industry. Big warehouse style buildings made of red brick typical to the late 19th- and early 20th centuries. Old buildings have been merged with new, as apartment buildings are placed strategically in and amongst the old or directly on top. The streets around are dark and grey, a reflection of some of the stylish grey and glass bulidings. Older derelict buildings are fenced off and most of them have a scaffold attached. Through the broken windows, pigeons fly in and out. At some poin their nesting safe haven will be disturbed as the buliding undergoes renovation. Moving futher through the area, old terrace houses are now shops, their fronts kept mostly original due to heritage laws. Alleys are paved with a modern take on cobble stones and park benches are situated around. My meander started around 4 pm on a Monday. Most people  are still at their desks. Young adults, in chef attire are lounging around on park benches smoking or playing on their phones as their take a break from their 14 hour double shift. Most are smoking. The area is heavily multicultural. Mostly of Asian origin. I can hear a mix of Chinese, Japanese, Korean,  and Thai. The big park section of the area has university students laying or sitting in the sun. The sculpture in the middle of the park is slowly rotating as the wind blows it around, and the fountain that separates the foot path is gurggling, although i cant hear it over the traffic and construction noise coming from the road and buildings near by Dog owning  inhabitants of the apartments are walking their dogs on the grassy sections. Balls are being thrown and chased, some dogs are playing chasing games whilst others are walking around sniffing everything. The owners of the dogs are standing in a huddle watching as their furry children run and play. Sitting close to me on a tiered walkway are a couple speaking french, hand gestures are flying and nods of approval follow. I over hear two ladies walking past talking about a problem they're having with a colleague at work. Uni students on bikes are using the thoroughfare to move from the UTS campus close by  to the innerwest suburbs, their bikes range from something rusty they picked up, through to trendy retro and expensive road bikes. The grassed area in front of me has a couple of guys playing with a foot ball and slack lining. One guy dressed in black and carrying a spray can seems to be tripping on drugs, probably meth. He's wondering around, eyes wide and looking wild talking to himself and making exaggerated hand movements. He frequently stops and bends down to look or touch something on the ground, or stares at you as if hes talking to you. It made me a little nervous so I leave and head to central station.
Lisa Tranter

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This is one of my new favorite places, as children my cousin and I used to walk to the gardens from our grandparents house. Fletcher Jones used to be a clothing factory that I believe ceased production in the late 90's possibly early 00's. The garden outside of the factory was well known within Victoria, in its hay day it was a popular picnic spot, however after the factory closures the gardens maintenance started to laps, and people had to set up fundraisers to save the factories most famous landmark, the silver ball. The silver ball is a large silver ball on top of three red legs, the massive tower supplied water to the factory.

I have recently found myself returning to the area, as new owners have purchased the factory and gardens, the whole area is been restored to its former glory, inside areas contain markets, art galleries and class areas, and soon to be, a car museum, outside the gardens are as amazing as I remember from my childhood. Another reason for my return is to support a friend in her new coffee van business, parked smack bang in the beautiful grounds.

Sitting back in the gardens in the afternoon sun, it's easy to forget that we're beside a busy highway, there's a fountain trickling not far away, and a family on a picnic blanket, their children throwing coins into the wishing well, something I did as a child, most likely wishing that the weekend would never end. The flowers are beautiful and as much as my heyfever doesn't like it, they smell beautiful too, the roses the good old ones that have amazing scents.

The buildings are aged, they are in much better condition now that they are slowly been restored, but they will always looked aged due to when they were built, which I think was in the 40's. Scissor lift machines sit fenced off waiting for painters to come and resume their work. The giant silver ball hovers majestically over the buildings, looking very naked for this time of year. Traditionally a big cross sat perched on top of the ball, lit up for Christmas staying there until Easter, unfortunately this has been missing over the last few years due to safety concerns, I know many locals, religious or not, miss seeing it.

From where I sit there is nothing of power, gender, age or ethnicity, that jumps out at me, the factory in its time employed both men and women, of a mixed age. Today the owner is restoring the area to accommodate all 'gendered' interests, market stalls and car museum, all ages enjoy the gardens, and all ethnicities, it's becoming a busy little area, especially now with yummy food and coffee, more tourists are stopping on their way into or through town. Some of the faces are becoming familiar (yes I drink lots of coffee), people that work in the buildings and locals nearby, stopping for lunch, I have even had a quick chat with an elderly lady who worked within the sewing rooms of the factory, she loved returning to enjoy a cuppa in the gardens again.

Beautiful.

Louise Bubb

I forgot to take photos whilst I was there, so I have borrowed these from both the Fletcher Jones facebook page.

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Streets of Coolangatta   Yvonne                                          I often walk around the border towns of Tweed Heads (NSW) and Coolangatta (Qld) for exercise, and whilst I enjoy seeing the activity and people around me, I'm probably more inclined to look down as I walk, rather than up.  (Which worked in my favour the other day as I found $50 on the path!)                                                                             The first thing I noticed today, as I slowed down and looked up as well as around me, was that The Strand building has been painted - and judging by the look of it, quite some time ago.  We have always referred to it as 'the green building', a well known landmark for meeting up with friends and family.  So even though it is now a different colour, for locals the name 'the green building' still has meaning and is still used.                                Although it is very hot today, (35⁰C) the wind is very strong as I walk along a side street, this leads me to the first of the two main streets that run parallel to the beach; Marine Parade and Griffith Street.                                              It's late on Saturday afternoon and as I walk along the older side of Griffith Street I can smell the smells of the various bakeries and the pie shop.  I walk past a newsagent and see a line of people waiting to enter their lotto tickets for tonight's draw, I wonder if I'm looking at tomorrows new millionaire!                           As I head up the other, newer side of Griffith Street I see surf shops, cafes and trendy beach wear stores.  There is a real estate agent's shopfront with it's attempt to be trendy showing the agent's name printed in black on an old, bright yellow Vespa scooter, there is also a statement piece of furniture in the shape of an armchair.  As I walk past the shops in The Strand arcade I feel the air conditioning from the open store fronts, it's sudden coldness on my skin is welcoming, if only fleeting, as I move on.                                               I head down another side street and am once again struck by the wind, combined with the shade from the tall apartments it's a temporary, but welcome relief from the heat.                                                        Once I reach Marine Parade, which has the beach on one side, I notice that the wind is less intense, which is strange considering I'm now on the open beach, I would think that the high apartment and resort buildings are creating a wind tunnel.  As I walk along the beach side of Marine Parade I notice groups of people sitting on the extensive grassed area, some are  families, some are couples and some are groups of people who have shopping trolleys around them, in this area, shopping trolleys usually denote homeless people. I wonder how they are coping, with little relief available to them from the heat.                                                      The pavement is wide enough to accommodate, and in fact by it's signage, encourages, walkers, runners, push bike riders, and today I saw a group of people riding segway scooters.  I walk past three young women who are laughing and speaking in a different language (possibly Japanese) their humour is kind and directed at a little boy toddling along the path beside his father.                                                                                  I then cross and walk back along the shop fronts on Marine Parade.  This has changed over recent years to attract a younger clientele, with street front bars, cafes and restaurants.  As I walk past I notice that many of the restaurants are getting ready for a busy Saturday night trade; holiday makers boost the local economy enormously at this time of year.  I walk past a Greek restaurant and the smell is divine.  I walk past a sushi restaurant and there is no smell, I continue past a fish and chip shop and street side cafes, and wonder if I were blind, could I identify the type of restaurant I was walking past just by the smells?  I then walk past a pub, the road-front bar is lined mainly with men sitting on the bar stools and looking out to the street, it makes me duck my head and not look at them, remembering later that as an older women I'm probably invisible anyway.

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Streets of Coolangatta   Yvonne                                          I often walk around the border towns of Tweed Heads (NSW) and Coolangatta (Qld) for exercise, and whilst I enjoy seeing the activity and people around me, I'm probably more inclined to look down as I walk, rather than up.  (Which worked in my favour the other day as I found $50 on the path!)                                                                             The first thing I noticed today, as I slowed down and looked up as well as around me, was that The Strand building has been painted - and judging by the look of it, quite some time ago.  We have always referred to it as 'the green building', a well known landmark for meeting up with friends and family.  So even though it is now a different colour, for locals the name 'the green building' still has meaning and is still used.                                Although it is very hot today, (35⁰C) the wind is very strong as I walk along a side street, this leads me to the first of the two main streets that run parallel to the beach; Marine Parade and Griffith Street.                                              It's late on Saturday afternoon and as I walk along the older side of Griffith Street I can smell the smells of the various bakeries and the pie shop.  I walk past a newsagent and see a line of people waiting to enter their lotto tickets for tonight's draw, I wonder if I'm looking at tomorrows new millionaire!                           As I head up the other, newer side of Griffith Street I see surf shops, cafes and trendy beach wear stores.  There is a real estate agent's shopfront with it's attempt to be trendy showing the agent's name printed in black on an old, bright yellow Vespa scooter, there is also a statement piece of furniture in the shape of an armchair.  As I walk past the shops in The Strand arcade I feel the air conditioning from the open store fronts, it's sudden coldness on my skin is welcoming, if only fleeting, as I move on.                                               I head down another side street and am once again struck by the wind, combined with the shade from the tall apartments it's a temporary, but welcome relief from the heat.                                                        Once I reach Marine Parade, which has the beach on one side, I notice that the wind is less intense, which is strange considering I'm now on the open beach, I would think that the high apartment and resort buildings are creating a wind tunnel.  As I walk along the beach side of Marine Parade I notice groups of people sitting on the extensive grassed area, some are  families, some are couples and some are groups of people who have shopping trolleys around them, in this area, shopping trolleys usually denote homeless people. I wonder how they are coping, with little relief available to them from the heat.                                                      The pavement is wide enough to accommodate, and in fact by it's signage, encourages, walkers, runners, push bike riders, and today I saw a group of people riding segway scooters.  I walk past three young women who are laughing and speaking in a different language (possibly Japanese) their humour is kind and directed at a little boy toddling along the path beside his father.                                                                                  I then cross and walk back along the shop fronts on Marine Parade.  This has changed over recent years to attract a younger clientele, with street front bars, cafes and restaurants.  As I walk past I notice that many of the restaurants are getting ready for a busy Saturday night trade; holiday makers boost the local economy enormously at this time of year.  I walk past a Greek restaurant and the smell is divine.  I walk past a sushi restaurant and there is no smell, I continue past a fish and chip shop and street side cafes, and wonder if I were blind, could I identify the type of restaurant I was walking past just by the smells?  I then walk past a pub, the road-front bar is lined mainly with men sitting on the bar stools and looking out to the street, it makes me duck my head and not look at them, remembering later that as an older women I'm probably invisible anyway.

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I am at the Henley Beach Square. The area has been redeveloped in the last 2 years. The local council spent nearly $10M on the redevelopment but I haven’t met one local who likes it or thinks the money was well spent.It is a beautiful summer day, it is late in the afternoon and I am sitting down on the new benches which are hot and uncomfortable. The people surrounding me come from all walks of life, back in time gone by the area would have been filled with more Italian/Greek families but now it is full of all races, both old and young come to the area for its proximity to the beach and the city. There has been shade provided in the new structure but it does nothing other than look out of place. It offers no substantial coverage to the children and families playing underneath. There are restaurants and cafes all around the square, some are new but most are old. Some of the buildings date back many years and could be classed as classic in design of around the early 19th century. These have been maintained and updated over the decades to keep them fresh and functional. There is the Thai Orchid restaurant which has been there for as long as I can remember. It is very popular as the food is good and the pricing isn’t too expensive. There are café’s selling Gelato to the children and parents and others selling coffee’s and wine.The children are playing in the water fountains which take up the majority of the open space near the main road. It is perfect for a hot summer day as the little children can run through the water and cool off their little toes. Older people grab their gelato and head down the jetty for the mandatory stroll to the end to see what fish are being caught. Others are just sitting and doing what I am – people watching, wasting the time, eating my ice cream and enjoying the afternoon.

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I am at the Henley Beach Square. The area has been redeveloped in the last 2 years. The local council spent nearly $10M on the redevelopment but I haven’t met one local who likes it or thinks the money was well spent.It is a beautiful summer day, it is late in the afternoon and I am sitting down on the new benches which are hot and uncomfortable. The people surrounding me come from all walks of life, back in time gone by the area would have been filled with more Italian/Greek families but now it is full of all races, both old and young come to the area for its proximity to the beach and the city. There has been shade provided in the new structure but it does nothing other than look out of place. It offers no substantial coverage to the children and families playing underneath. There are restaurants and cafes all around the square, some are new but most are old. Some of the buildings date back many years and could be classed as classic in design of around the early 19th century. These have been maintained and updated over the decades to keep them fresh and functional. There is the Thai Orchid restaurant which has been there for as long as I can remember. It is very popular as the food is good and the pricing isn’t too expensive. There are café’s selling Gelato to the children and parents and others selling coffee’s and wine.The children are playing in the water fountains which take up the majority of the open space near the main road. It is perfect for a hot summer day as the little children can run through the water and cool off their little toes. Older people grab their gelato and head down the jetty for the mandatory stroll to the end to see what fish are being caught. Others are just sitting and doing what I am – people watching, wasting the time, eating my ice cream and enjoying the afternoon.

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By Jacquie Heritage

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Living in North Adelaide I get to experience some of the best areas Adelaide has to offer. Right on top of montefiore hill, I can see and hear the AFL games being played no more than 500m away from me. For this activity I sat on a bench in the Palmer Place Gardens, an area I often walk through, but hardly stop to appreciate.

The park is full of life, healthy grass, tall trees, people having their lunch and walking their dogs. It divides the old victorian style buildings well. The smell of damp soil fills the air due to all the recent rainfall. The park is also peaceful, as the large buildings surrounding help block the noise from the city and O'Connell street.

The buildings are all tall, stone and brick 'victorian' style houses, many of which are heritage listed. The blue skies overhead are clear, and path the way for the large passenger aircraft to come into land only a few hundred feet overhead.

The area is blissful, and reminds me of the elderly. It seems to me as a place of retreat and reward after a successful lifetime. Many elderly residents in the area keep the buildings for generations as they are part of history and their value ridiculous.

This is the view of palmer place from my room

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http://ad-design.966v.com/static_images/20160729/9d7b1fd2a8e8b19bf82f54709c0e662843bfcbaeea35b260d077ea6a.jpg The purpose of this advertisement is to sell a product, in this case the item is selling body fragrance. By alluding to physical attraction, romance and sex, the advertisement targets both males and females. A signifier is a symbol, sound or image that represents an underlying concept or meaning. In the advertisement a signifier includes the fireworks held in a bag by the female and the welding tool held by the male. The signified is the concept or meaning as portrayed by the signifier. Thus, in this advertisement, the meaning of such signs is the ‘spark’ between the models suggesting that wearing the body fragrance will lead to a fiery, passionate romance or ignite ‘fireworks’ in the viewer’s life. As the writing suggests in the advertisement, ‘unleash the chaos.’ The symbol that the girl is dressed up and the man is wearing dirty work clothes suggest that two worlds will ‘ignite.’ In addition to this, the position of where the man is holding the tool portrays a message of physical attraction and sex. The use of attractive models also suggests that by wearing the fragrance the viewers will also feel sexy. Furthermore, Dyer (1982) developed a useful categorisation of five different types of advertisement. Dyer’s categorisation of sophisticated advertisement best describes the advert. Sophisticated advertisements often contain an attempt to draw upon a hidden feeling through subtle associations with the use of a deep-seated psychological approach. The hidden feeling of the audience which the advertisement is drawing on is insecurities of feeling attractive. The message of the advert is that by wearing such fragrance, the audience will also feel as attractive as the models in the picture. Further to this, the advertisement also includes glimpses of complex advertising. In a complex advertisement, the background of the picture often dominates and the product merges into. In complex advertisement, the image portrays a message of status, wealth and power. The advertisement shown, the background image is the workshop and street with the models appearing at the forefront of the image. The body fragrance then merges into the picture at the top right of the page. Messages of status, wealth and power are also portrayed. For instance, the female model is dressed fashionable which suggest she may come from a position of status and wealth. Whereas, the male in this picture conveys power as he is in control of the welding tool. As such, it can be stated that the advertisement draws from gender stereotypes in modern society. Such as the man holding power while the woman is dressed ‘girly’. The fireworks is an image that both I recognise and would also be recognised universally. As briefly mentioned previously, the story being told is one of romance between a man and woman. This Roland Bathers quote best describes this advertisement: ‘Formerly, the image illustrated the text (made it clearer); today, the text loads the image, burdening it with a culture, a moral an imagination.’ This advertisement takes the text to convey the image using cultural aspects like status, wealth and power to create the idea that by wearing body fragrance views can feel attractive.

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One of my top three rules for living is, first, to have a fun whatever I do because it is really significant for me (probably for everyone) to enjoy a life. I keep it mind that I only live once and try to do whatever I want. Second one is not to take easy choice but try to challenge yourself. I try to talk to myself that if you do something without any pain you do gain nothing. Third one is to keep healthy. This is not merely about physical health but also mental health. I'm quite sure people around me bring it to me.

One of my top rules for learning is to set a goal. If there is no goal, it is easy to get where I am heading. Secondly, I try to give myself a lot of pressure. Pressure sometimes works well on me. Thirdly, it is very important to get a sort of feedback because I can come to know what I've done and set next goal.

The most important thing in the world is people. No single person can live without people. We are depending each other. Needless to say, it is boring if there is no friend.

Families, teachers and even friends teach me value. They are from a lot variety of places. At least all of them is from this planet.

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I will be addressing ways of being.
I personally believe that I belong in Adelaide, more specifically however I believe that I belong in a classroom, teaching the next generation knowledge and influencing them in a positive manner. I belong to my parents as they have given me the experiences and life that I have been able to live. Furthermore, I prefer to see myself as a "Global Citizen", meaning that I belong to a larger group of people who in the near future will be influencing the world and how it works. I believe that no one person belongs to me, I believe that everyone on the planet has a responsibility to look after one another and work in harmony. For this to occur, the notion that someone belongs to someone else needs to be abolished or put in the past. A human should not be the legal property of another human being.
I know that I belong as I feel a strong desire, or internal pull, pulling me towards teaching and trying to convince me to stay within Adelaide.
I have ancestry from many parts of Europe, Germany, England, Scotland and France, I feel a connection with them through the relationships I have formed with my family and the stories that we tell about our relatives, living and passed.
I maintain a relationship with my ancestors through family heirlooms, In my family we pass on WW1 medals, which are passed on to the first born male in every generation. The personal consequences of this are a slight strain on the relationship between my brother and I.
The knowledge I learn will be passed on to the next generation hopefully through my teaching, and by the stories I will tell my children.

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Addressing Ways of Being
I belong in Adelaide Australia

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Hi ‘Anonymous’

This is a truly wonderful and powerful piece of writing. You’ve captured the heart of the flaneur’s perspective… an awareness of the speed of modern life and the pressures it contains and a critical eye towards how such modernity can alienate us from one another (e.g. urbanisation, capitalism, class tensions – the hierarchy of ‘the suits’ or the local homeless who occupied the space before you, as you describe). You transported me in your writing – feeling like I was there, experiencing what you were experiencing. As someone who would love to ‘dawdle’ more often, what a brave redirection you have taken. Thanks for sharing this response.

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I'd like to reflect upon the memories of an experience in which I 'lost myself' in the city: living on the street out the front of the Reserve Bank of Australia. 

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I'd like to reflect upon the memories of an experience in which I 'lost myself' in the city: living on the street out the front of the Reserve Bank of Australia. 

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I'll try to keep it brief, but I should say that the influences which had helped to 'break me out of my mechanized comfort zone' had previously involved plant substances which have served as a 'magnifying mirror' described.
The next sense was almost entirely without the use of such 'plant allies' and though not exactly the same was just as effective as such approaches have been.

When I turned up alone in the city of my birth, in its CBD, for the first day in support of Americans occupying Wall Street I had recently gone through a divorce and had been exposed for the first time in a real sense to transient culture of the unemployed and homeless in Sydney.

For over five years previously I had worked a 9 to 5 using public transport to get to work and back to our suburban apartment to kiss my wife. It's true that the effects of 'Taylorism' had certainly affected my character and consciousness as I had not previously been so concerned about 'meeting Key Performance Indicators' as a measure of my self worth to the economy.

During the first week of the occupation I experienced a sense of almost being lifted out of my body to embrace the city and all around me. This was without the use of substances to attain this state. In the many conversations and friendships being forged among us, whilst we were being filmed by media, surrounded by police ready to pounce, being congratulated or verbally, even physically abused by the public, I was enraptured in a dream like state, often not sleeping for days without much difficulty or upset.

As it turned out I was one of many who chose to endure the difficulties involved in maintaining the presence of an occupation in Martin Place after the brutal police riot squad eviction that occurred at the end of the first week.

The police would regularly return to confiscate our stored food, blankets, sleeping mats, etc. and to arrest anyone they perceived to be 'sleeping'. When they were not there we had interactions between ourselves and the local homeless whose space it had been home to long before us. These interactions were sometimes joyful and sometimes with an element of danger. Always along with all of this there was the changing face of the city landscape, the ever assaulting beams of the street lamps, the fluttering of the 'city council flags' (?) with themes approved by the city - clanging, waving, sometimes painful and other times beautiful to behold.

There was the daily/nightly shift of passers by - the suits with their 'blinders on'  who weaved in and out from each other in each direction up and down the promenade doing all they could to ignore the fact that, yes 'we're still here'. After a while we came to notice many of the fine subtle differences between even 'the suits' - the hierarchy displayed in the way they walked, carried themselves, clothes worn, how late they left work and their reaction to our 'scraggly' presence.

There were the pigeons, the occasional rat, the feeling of lying down for a quick nap on a yoga mat hopefully not to be nudged awake by a police boot and handed a fine in an arrogant voice and threatened with the holding cell if you objected.

I could write way too much here, so to keep it relevant I'll say that my worldview was shattered to pieces from these few months on the concrete tiles, fighting for the right to shelter on the bottom steps of Westpac when the rain and wind crashed down upon us. I understood the experiences of people I had previously only barely acknowledged as I was one of those 'young corporate superstars' rushing to and from from work in a mechanical, anaesthetised state. At that time I could push out the office at 5:30 or so, head to the nearest pub, spend enough time drinking in order to avoid the 'rush hour' and then brave the trip home immersed in my mp3 player/i phone and stomach full of beer, with hopefully enough time to kiss my wife and speak about our day (if she wasn't out at another pub with the rest of the 'lemmings' like us!) before climbing into bed to prepare for the horrific obstacle course at rush hour the next morning.

I didn't notice as I grew apart from her and also from my self, it was only in the year that we divorced that I collapsed under pressure and determined to DAWDLE! To slow things down, to go on the dole for the first time and join 'the drop-outs' that I discovered the sub-culture of inner city, with its attending horrors but also a new beauty in which I could embrace the flaneur within and come to notice that the 'danger' of the city which I had blocked out and sort to protect myself from with marriage a full time KPI meeting office employment and approval from real estate agents . . . . that that 'danger outdoors was - not unreal - but certainly not as dangerous or even as ugly as had been portrayed to me as a child. Enough there for now.

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Great narrative Nia. Interesting how much more we can see when we pause to take in our surroundings for longer. Is this feeling of a town on ‘life support’ a feeling you had before or did you look differently at this space through the activity? And a beautifully written piece Sandi. I like the rhythm of your writing and the detail of your observations. The tiny house looks so sad and isolated sitting there on the hill (it takes on a human quality). The anonymous post (sorry I’m not sure of your name) is great. One building or one development site can really lead to a transformation of a whole area in a short space of time. There must be so many factors associated with this. There’s a spot in Adelaide near the Port that they’ve tried to develop this way but it fell in a heap because the residents were emotionally attached to the grittiness and history of the Port and the old warehouses. There was a resistance to change. Yet in the centre of the city they’ve recently built a new hospital across the road from my office. In less than a year, what was an empty strip, has filled with new high rises, one after another. The whole skyline has changed. What used to be a sunny walk to my office is now in shade.

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I moved to the city in 2003, my first job was uptown in Surry hills I watched everyday how the World square building was built floor upon floor by the time I had finished working in Surry hills it was near completion. My next roles were in downtown or towards circular quay. The comparison is night and day the gritty old dark streets of Surry compared to to the sunlit streets of wealth in the Northern tip of the City.  Although, Central station is located in Surry I rarely took the right hand turn that took me back top the streets of my humble beginnings.

Due to this task I reflect on my recent visit to this end of town, and what I notice now is somewhat different to my nostalgic visions of the past, World Square shines brightly over this part of town from a distance and its impact is quite dramatic, I never noticed the chic stores around its base mostly because they where only occupied little by little. Soon enough the base of this building became like a small commercial district or town.

This building acts like a shining star that beings life to all that is in its shadow, so from Liverpool street back through to Surry has been rejuvenated. China town has changed from a grim example like something from Hong Kong in the 1960's to a vibrant and shining restaurant district that stuns you even in the earliest hours of the morning. The shining beacon of the world tower brought light to all the little gritty corners between there and Surry. My first impression of Surry hills was a skeleton of a semi industrial portion of the city, The dental hospital was a formidable building that reminded you of a 1950's psych ward it no longer projects this. It is now a art deco classic version that you are tempted to photograph.

As you walk the streets of Surry in the morning the people are now successful workers who seems important the street buskers have transformed from desperate to a type of success that you appreciate their presence and think to yourself which club will they perform in tonight. As the evening winds down occupants of the town houses and buildings now fill the streets. In the past I never once thought this is a residential area as I explore further I find and abundance of some of Sydney best restaurants. To me it has transformed into the real peoples city.... The City is now just a tourist attraction that links to Darling harbor. I feel grateful that was was inserted into this part of town , I walk the area with a sense of ownership and I look back in the night towards the World Tower and feel that I witnessed the construction of one building but the completion of an entire Metropolitan city.

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Compromise, talk issue in question through and or think the issue through.