One of the rare occasions I've not used my macro lens but I would like to tell you the story of the door. On the weekend we stayed at Q-Station (Quarantine Station) at Manly, Sydney. The quietness of the place was unsettling in a vague way and belied the turbulent and tragic history of the place. In the 1800's ships arrived in Sydney carrying immigrants looking for a new life but those ships also carried typhus, yellow fever, smallpox, measles, the bubonic plague and in 1918-1919 Influenza. Quarantine Station was finally built and became home for thousands of immigrants over the years. Between 1828 and 1984 at least 580 ships were quarantined and 13,000 people. The door you see is where all the luggage was fumigated before being handed back to their owner. The buildings are all beautifully maintained in their original form with high ceilings, wide verandahs and lead-glass in some of the doors. How many people lay looking up at the ceiling I looked up at and despaired not knowing how long they must stay or whether they would survive. But given the humanity and the history that did belong there, I never had a sense of the people themselves and that made me sad. I searched for some of their stories and found a few together with some old photos but it's not enough and I guess it never will be. There are signs everywhere to be careful of the endangered bandicoot. I was very careful but I never spotted a bandicoot, however I did see a rabbit fast asleep in the middle of the road. I heard a colony of fairy penguins but never saw them. So I think even if you don't see something, it doesn't mean it isn't there. Oh, and I think I saw a ghost at 3 a.m.. Going into the little shed that backed onto our room. Just the shadow, fleeting, but it was there :o)))
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