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Australia 1992

Australia 1992

Sydney Harbor at sunset. The vista is at the top of almost every most beautiful harbors in the world list. I had just completed a five-week reporting trip to Fiji, New Zealand and Australia. On my final night in Sydney I taxied to the home of a cousin I had never met, located in the affluent foothills above the city. When Nancy Melick and her husband, Roy, greeted me at the front door, I ignored them. For directly behind, across a spacious great room and through sliding glass doors that led to their balcony-deck, was this view. The light was fading fast. “Please excuse me,” I said. “I hate to be rude but I have to take this picture. Now.” And, sprinting through their home to the deck, I did.

Australia 1992

Australia 1992

Sydney Harbor at sunset. The vista is at the top of almost every most beautiful harbors in the world list. I had just completed a five-week reporting trip to Fiji, New Zealand and Australia. On my final night in Sydney I taxied to the home of a cousin I had never met, located in the affluent foothills above the city. When Nancy Melick and her husband, Roy, greeted me at the front door, I ignored them. For directly behind, across a spacious great room and through sliding glass doors that led to their balcony-deck, was this view. The light was fading fast. “Please excuse me,” I said. “I hate to be rude but I have to take this picture. Now.” And, sprinting through their home to the deck, I did.

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