We literally hit Sydney running! We have a long list of To Do's up front; like retrieving the Land Rover at the Sydney docks where it just arrived from South Africa, getting insurance for the Land Rover, retrieving film that was shipped ahead from the US -details, details! It is early Spring in Australia at this time of year, and things are about to pop into bloom. It's wonderful having a second Spring in one year!

The To Do lists aside, we are busy working on several magazine assignments while we are here. This means getting up before dawn to get the best light and then going back to chores when the light fades. Every minute is accounted for.

We are also busy charting our upcoming trek to the Cape York peninsula which is at the northern-most tip of the Australian continent. We need to get there and get back to Sydney before the rains start in early November. Cape York is wild, wild - most roads are mere tire tracks. I am sure that we will come to know them very well over the next several months.

There is an Aboriginal bag lady that lives right below our 14th floor apartment balcony here in Sydney. I watch her movements daily as she comes and goes, although so far she spends most of her time tucked in a red sleeping bag on a park bench. She goes to the bathroom in the bushes. I hope to talk to her at some point if it doesn't scare her off. I've been reading some interesting stories about the Aboriginal people, many with endings painfully similar to those of our own American Indians. The Aboriginals are Australia's displaced people even though they were here 45,000 years ago.