This was the 6th post (Day 6) of an entire year-long series, which I named ‘Project 365′. The idea was simple enough: travel for a full year and document every day of it, in the form of a daily picture and poem. I am still working on a book of this year-long travel, but till then, enjoy all the posts here. You can check out the daily posts in the details below or jump to the final day of the project by clicking here.
7th July 2014 – Sydney, Australia (Day 6)
Between the jets of water, and the prancing rays, Only a whimper of my camera stays, Between all the beautiful sights and the unending ride, In Jekyll we lost our trust, we placed it all in Hyde.
Morning walking through Sydney has proved itself to be picturesque for me the past few days, as I found out at St. Mary’s cathedral and the Royal botanic gardens. And today was not going to be any different.
I stepped out early morning, to see Hyde park, which was also the oldest public park in Australia. Borrowing its name from the original Hyde park in London, the Australian cousin was no pushover. Apart from being a venue for morning joggers and bunch of kids who practiced free-letics (thats street athletics, or something like that), Hyde park was also home to a wide array of monuments and artworks. This included the ANZAC war memorial, a statue of James cook, a giant chess set and a 22metre high obelisk.
And then, there was the Archibald fountain, which I had come to see today morning, with its beautiful silhouettes against the rising sun.
Commissioned by J.F. Archibald and designed by Francois-Leon Sicard, the Archibald fountain is a tribute to the Australian-French partnership during World War I. Which was also why J.F. Archibald wanted it to be designed by a Frenchman, although Sicard never actually saw his structure erected in Hyde park (he had completed it in Paris).
After seeing the sunrise around 5.45 am, I hung around for another hour. Simply watching how the morning light engulfed the fountain, transforming itself more vividly by the minute. The central figure of the fountain – Apollo, with his outstretch arm displaying protection for the world – seemed to welcome his namesake, the sun, as the rays started shining more brightly on the fountain.
Apollo is surrounded on 3 sides with 3 different group of statues. Diana, the goddess of purity, stayed to his left. Pan, the god of wild and flocks, sat mildly vapid to his right. But my personal favorite are the 2 statues behind the fountain, which you may not see at the first sight.
Theseus fights minotaur, at the back of Apollo. Signifying a giant sacrifice, and also a significant victory for the spirit.
The spirit. Isn’t that what we all strive to protect and triumph?