Skywatch Friday #13
Oh oh... take note of my skywatch number above. No am not paranoid about numbers. lol





When you look at the sky on a day like this, there is a tendency that the face of a cold zone can be threatening. On this particular Friday late afternoon, even in the most arid suburb of Sydney, particularly Liverpool, a winter barometric Celsius scale reading is unpredictable.
This day, I took these photos, was atypically extremely cold. I stood alone on this Bus Bay waiting for a bus transport, freezing. I undermined the weather that I did not cloak myself with a proper winter coat. Imagine a ghostly little me standing there with a pallid countenance.
This day, I took these photos, was atypically extremely cold. I stood alone on this Bus Bay waiting for a bus transport, freezing. I undermined the weather that I did not cloak myself with a proper winter coat. Imagine a ghostly little me standing there with a pallid countenance.
Cheers!
