Showing posts with label suburbs :: Cronulla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label suburbs :: Cronulla. Show all posts

Friday, September 25, 2009

suburb no.4: Cronulla





To be fair to all points of the compass 52 Suburbs headed south this week, to the beachside suburb 
of Cronulla. Again, my lack of knowledge about the suburb was astonishing. The extent of it? A 
vague memory of a history lesson about Captain Cook and a more vivid recollection of the 2005 riots. 
Clearly time for a visit – and my usual ‘exhaustive’ research:

• Cronulla is from the Aboriginal word 
Kurranulla, meaning "place of pink seashells"
• First bit of Australia’s eastern coastline to be checked out by Europeans (Captain Cook, 1770)
• Sits on a peninsula with the longest surf beach in Sydney on one side and a quiet bay on the other
• The only Sydney beach accessible by train.

On the 40 minute drive down to Cronulla I was struck by how exciting it always feels just before I 

arrive in a new suburb. Partly it’s the shock of the new - what will I see, who will I meet (and eek, 
will I find any 'beauty' to photograph?). But I also realised I find the process of filling in the blanks 
about my own city and expanding the mental picture I have of it to be quietly thrilling.

Speaking of pictures…




catch a train to the beach




overhang




surf's up




'protect me'




yin and yang




Ms Hepburn, meet Mr Tansley




on their last legs




legend




follow your dreams




even the bricks have ripples




and so do the windows




heart on his sleeve




shades of Miami




young and old




things of stone




rough diamonds




by the seaside




local colour




'fancy a walk on the beach?'




net net




i see green, i see green, i see green




runabouts




grid




in the eyes of some


Cronulla turned out to be far more naturally beautiful than I'd imagined. I know it's not high 
season yet but it's also appealingly 'empty' and spacious, especially in comparison to its more 
northern friends. 

As for the built environment, the bits I like best are those that are fading, peeling and generally 
disintegrating due to the constant assault by salt and sun. And that foamy, minty jade-like green. 
All of which probably drives the locals mad but there you go.


Next week, 52 Suburbs will be travelling west and east at the same time, to Cabramatta...