Sydney - the Windy City of Dust

You have most likely discovered by now, via one form of communication or another, be it on the internet, tv, radio or good old fashioned word of mouth, that today started out for many in a peculiar fashion. With a  dusty red dawn and an eerily musical wail of sirens in the air. I sit here now watching the skies turn blue as if the dust storm we awoke to had never happened.

As I woke I peered with one sleepy eye through the gap of the blinds to see what weather the morning was bringing, expecting the usual clear blue to be sparkling in, or perhaps a muted overcast grey. But with a 'wake up! Look at the sky!' I saw only a deep orange pervading every window. In our dressing gowns we rushed out the front and then out the back, bemused, I did not think to grab my 'real' camera. So please excuse the picture quality. It was just too bizarre but I would like to share the pics and our experience with you anyway.

I felt the fine layer of sand coating the bottoms of my feet as we padded around the backyard with out little cameras and quiet, curious comments. I am so glad I ran out to bring in the washing after dusk last night when light raindrops started to spot the paving in the back courtyard!

The silence being cut by sirens felt like I was in a movie being rained on by the fallout of an atomic bomb. Listening to the sirens, we jumped straight on to the internet and only 3 minutes prior had an article been posted on the Sydney Morning Herald website! So, a dust storm. That's a relief. Sort of. Depending on what you read.

The red soon gave way to a dirty, gritty yellow sky and people soon started on their way again.

The view from atop the Ashfield plaza.

I have some images from my iphone which I will be uploading later on. Got lots of editing to do from yesterday's shoot!