When I was a young man, I became a fan of Thoreau. I would read Walden, make my pencil notes in the margins, and contemplate a life lived in thought amidst nature.
This is Lake Parramatta. It is in the heart of Western Sydney, fringed by an arterial road, a retirement village and residential property.
It is a place in nature, in the city. And in the early morning, it is a beautiful and tranquil place to prepare for the day.