Sefton Park, New South Wales.

Photography I recently bought this extraordinary postcard from Ebay. It's of the bridge overlooking the fairy glen in Sefton Park around the corner from where I live. It seems to be late-nineteenth century and certainly captures a place and time, since if you stand in the same place now, the horizon is filled with houses and roads and a century's worth of progress.



Which would have been an excellent reason to buy it anyway. But look at the stamp that was on the envelope that it came in.



Somehow this ended up in Australia, New South Wales according to the address on the back of the envelope from the seller. There's nothing written on the reverse -- it was never used.

Did it emigrate with someone as a reminder of home?